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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2013 20:15:15 GMT -5
“Oh, that's cool,” Marso replied. “I catch it every now and then. Y' know.” He paused momentarily, not quite wanting the girl to escape him so quickly. “But, I did catch your last match. It was against some guy – what was his name? It started with an 'R' or something... Well, anyway, you sustained an injury in that fight. A gotta admit, once you start watchin' it, the story kinda, you sucks, sucks ya in.” Marso brought a pair of clenched fists inward in effort to create a visual representation of being 'sucked' into something. “...Y' know what I'm talkin' about?”
As Marso asked the girl if she understood the point of view he was pitching to her, a boy just happened walk passed. He was wearing a nice, blue suit. He was short, pudgy with dark hair and looked exactly like Marso. He was looking all about with an expression of bewilderment. The Drake was obscuring his view of Marso, but when he drew close enough, surprise stormed him with such potency, he just had to stop and examine the boy.
“...” “...”
Marso gazed with surprise; though his eyes weren't nearly as wide and dumbfounded as his apparent doppelganger.
“Woah, y' look just like me...” “W-wow. You – um, look just like me...”
The mingling of words were rather jumbled as they escaped the pair's mouths nigh simultaneously.
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