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[color=DCDCDC][b]"Physician, treat thyself once thee geteth off thine crazy train."[/b][/color][/center]

Finally able to touch the ground with his feet, Leonard was a little wobbly, a hint of green evident on his cheeks even in spite of his mask. Motion sickness coupled with nausea... Leonard was lucky that he was already nauseous, or else the sight of that severed arm would have pushed him over the edge. Almost did. Were those...shark bites? Anyways, his knees were shaking steadily, his arms clutching each other beneath his cloak as he was greeted by a rather odd individual...he looked sort of familiar. Lapses in memory aside, Leonard smiled a little at the compliment to the mask, and extended his now-steady hand to shake his. [color=DCDCDC][b]"P-Pleasure's mine...I-I-I'm Leonard."[/b][/color] he said in introduction, bashfully looking away. He was never good with meeting new people, especially when he felt like he was about to puke and piss himself, AND shit himself. And maybe vomit again. 

Noticing as well that Nikko was moving on, Leonard moved to follow after her, though he was promptly man-handled by an oil-tendril. Confused, a little scared, and nauseous all over again, Leonard just helplessly trying to wriggle free until they reached the port.