Knock, Knock Madam Hana-ho

Before he had a chance to continue following koko chanel any further, some brown and white brat was lunging at him. Was she seriously intercepting his advances?! He just wanted to chit chat! Okay and maybe kidnap the woman but hey, couldn’t blame him for trying. Gil instinctually pops his fangs out and hops back a few steps to avoid her attack. His wolverine slides in front of him to ensure nothing else happens as a second wolf steps up to the plate.

This one exuded confidence and was familiar but not. Was he related to douche bag #1? Oh, he could go toe to toe with that fucker right about now. Heh, get it? Toe to toe? Ah, anyway, Gil looked the Warlord up and down with an expression of and I’m supposed to be scared why? It was almost like an anime fight in the way the guy thought he had time to sit there and powwow with his packmate before initiating a boss fight. Pft, was there no respect for the enemy anymore?

As the Warlord’s deafening tones filled the hallway, Gil’s brow raised. Little? There were only roughly 3” difference between their heights! What’s with these dires anyway? They all got stick up their butts? Before he turned tail to continue the game of cat and mouse, except him being the mouse this time, Gil speaks. “May I have your name good sir so I can remember who let me get away when I inevitably escape?” A smirk pulls at his lips before winks and turns on his heels. Picking up his pace, he keeps it fast knowing the larger man and that pipsqueak of a girl would be hot on his tail.

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