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"Damn, I guess you killed the mood," Red remarked, smirking himself.

Red simply nodded politely. A rich kid, huh. Something told him Odette had a type. "Oh gods, get a room," Red muttered.

"Very sharp! Thank you for asking." Oh, so now this guy was gonna be a critic? Red hid his anger with a smirk. "Oh, you need equipment to work out?"

Red made a strong effort not to turn the color mentioned. 'I'm the guy who's gonna kill your girlfriend right in front of you' came to mind as a response, but not only was that only wishful thinking, it'd put the guy on high alert, and nicking that blood would become all the more difficult...

Red cocked his head at the masked woman's response. It didn't sound like whatever she said had anything to do with the yamask of his world, and she did not seem like the sort that would agree to give out information on how to kill one. He turned back to the group, freezing as he saw a woman he...

He crossed his arms. "I'm Red, and it would do you good to watch where you're going." Not that a little baby sea-mammal bumping into his leg was really any bother. He just wanted to let everyone know he was no doormat. Red's attention shifted to the masked woman. With so many people from so...

Red stepped through the portal with a confident smirk. That woman he spoke to either hadn't noticed his knife, or she'd allowed him to bring it along wordlessly - but in either case, he had it with him. He was a lot better prepared this time. His choice of clothing reflected that, too. Instead...