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(setting) Somewhere down in downtown
| >This part of town is particularly crowded today- But no matter. After all, there's only one pair of long, upright horns making its way over to the blond man.
>As the horns get closer, the person beneath them can be seen: A man in a light blue suit with magenta pinstripes patterned after the seams on a baseball glove. His eyes are pink, and the entire lower half of his face is obscured by a bandana with "D4C" embroidered on in magenta block capitals.
| >The blond man let down his phone slightly as soon as he felt the presence of the pink eyed one, showing more awareness of his surroundings he kept his gaze up.
| >D4C stops right in front of Big Neil.
"...Lemme guess, you're that Big Neil guy Boss was talking to on the Bazaar thread, ain'tcha?" >He sounds like an '80s mafia wiseguy.
"I'm here on her behalf."
| >Neil pocketed his phone and stood straight before addressing D4C, eyeing him from top to bottom
"Big Neil at your service, forgive the wariness but is the bandana really necessary?"
| "Ask the fans back in Japan- They're the ones who put this damn thing on me to begin with. Besides, it beats havin' to introduce myself." >He gestures to the cushion.
"That the punching bag?"
| "Yup, check this out"
>Without looking Neil slapped on the bag, wich responded with a loud "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT!?"
"Your boss will definetly love it"
| "Heh heh. Absolutely." >D4C nods.
"So I'm guessing I can just take it?"
| "If you can take it you can have it, she told you it's like 110 Kg right?"
| "Is it, now? No big deal, fella-" >D4C pulls out a comb and tends to his horns.
"-I've solved bigger problems." >He reaches for the punching bag.
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| "Come on now, I really like bragging but only when I do it"
>The bag responds to to C4D's approach in a cheerful yell: "WATCH THOSE HANDS BIG GUY!"
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>D4C laughs, picking up the bag.
"Thanks chief. I'll see ya around."
>He walks away. His horns can be seen poking out the top of the crowd- until, with a faint bang, they vanish.
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| >A young, blonde man is leaning against a wall next to what appears to be a large cushion , his full attention is currently focused on his phone