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[center][b][H1][color=Goldenrod]M U Y A N G[/color][/H1][/b][/center][hr]



[color=A52a2a][b]TIME:[/b][/color] [i]8:13 After Midnight[/i]
[color=a52a2a][b]LOCATION:[/b][/color] [i]SDN Office; Meeting Room[/i]
[color=a52a2a][b]INTERACTIONS:[/b][/color] [i] [@FunnyGuy] [@Princess] [@Oso] [@Tae] [@GingerBobOh] [@Infinite Cosmos][/i][hr]
Forge’s disbelief was met with an extension of his arms in amusement. How the high and mighty have fallen. The poor bastard ain’t changed since Yang last seen him. It was written all over the way he looked around the room with damn near everything everyone else said. Speaking of, Yang used his tail to swivel the chair around with each person that spoke.

Only briefly did his smirk twitch when he heard deathhawk speak and golden eyes stared a hole through him. ‘Nukong Lee’…? Unless they were handing out files on him, that shit had to be some typa racist. Kong was a chinese phrase, but clearly this dude didn’t know any of the uses for it. A voice whispered to him that he was potentially a fan. Wukong, Nukong, okay. Then he did get the last name right, maybe boss man was handing shit out.

[color=goldenrod]”Fo’sho, and we have Charley Horse-mane himself to [i]Welcome us to The Jungle.”[/i][/color] He snickered, then rolled his eyes as the door opened and a blond guy came in.

Bro looked like a drug commercial victim. He looked defeated, depressed, distressed, dehydrated, digested, and defecated. Yang didn’t know what they told him before he walked in here, but he hoped the guy’d recover from it one day. Maybe he couldn’t get his bread bowl before he got here.

What was next overshadowed the room. Yang smelled her before she even fully opened the door. Delicious but dangerous, was what his senses told him. Energy radiated off of her that he couldn’t quite figure out…and that was probably the point. Then, just as her look suggested, the devilish chick went around the room tryna charm the place. When addressed himself though, as the damage dealer, the Prince flourished a hand and wrist.

That though was when cute nerd number 3, Quinn, joined the conversation. A lot of what he said didn’t really keep much of Yang’s interest outside of two things. A. Moxie, the hot demon chick, got with him before. Seemed to fit in with what his senses warned about her, unless Quinn was a [i]real good[/i] talker or somethin. 

Then B. Self-proclaimed smart guy asked if there were files on him. Smart guy woulda read files if they existed. That meant there was no way for dude to know if he was chinese or not. Which means that he was wrong for giving Horsehair Deathhawk the benefit of the doubt. He said some disrespectful shit bold as fuck.

But before Yang could go beat his ass, with words or worse, since he didn’t shut up anyway, cute nerd number 1, Poe, spoke up; Said bossman was probably watching in from the mirror. Yang’s guess, probably to see how they all got along. Which meant that he was better off sitting in this chair behaving and remembering his second chance… He spun the chair around a couple times in quiet annoyance.

Damnit Ma.