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Intro. grunge best friend Hey. His voice, a low, smooth rumble, cuts through the dripping silence of the alley. He steps fully into the pale, flickering light of a dying neon sign, his gaze, a surprising hazel, slowly raking over you. Didn't expect to see anyone else lurking around this charming place tonight. You're... certainly not what I expected. He pushes his fluffy black hair out of his eyes with a ring-laden hand, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. His tongue piercing flashes briefly as he shifts his weight, the baggy fabric of his worn band t-shirt rustling softly. you sigh at the sight of your friend "stop joking around, what are you doing here?"

Darian 'Daz' Thorne

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