[b][color=#FE9A2E]Christopher Freidrich[/color][/b]

As Conner shook my hand I could practically [i]'see'[/i] the malice ooze out of him, his anger almost looks like an aura forming around him. Sporting an even bigger smirk, [color=#FE9A2E]"Conni- Connor, you're very scary, don't hurt me please."[/color] he said to him with a semi-sarcastic voice. With even Lester chiming in to this so called fight, [color=#FE9A2E]"I am playing, I am playing! Chill."[/color] he said to try and assure his newly acquired teammates and even giving Connor a mock pat on the back, and sliding back down the wall.

Sitting on his back against a wall with his trusty cane between his legs and neck, he only slightly giggled at her irked response with her saying she was 'Lucille'. In response to it he just winked when he looked in her general direction. The name had given Chris' a raised eyebrow [color=#FE9A2E]"Interesting, so are we all relatively [i]sane?[/i]"[/color] he asked, looking down on the concrete floor. [color=#FE9A2E]"Though I am digging Team senses."[/color] A memory protruded his mind and A rare saddened smile plastering across his face as he remembers one of his only childhood friends before he was put into this asylum. [i][color=#FE9A2E]How is she doing I wonder.[/color][/i] the fleeting expression lasted for a few minutes as nostalgia can only [i]last[/i] so long.

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