[center][h1][color=f26522]Bobby, Flint Digard[/color][/h1][/center]  

Bobby sat behind his bar, his nose in a book with his eyes red. He looked more irritable than he normally did. With what happened last night, and reading up and trying to research Von'strauss's problem. He didn't get much sleep last night. It didn't help that Emiliano came in early to start drinking. He then heard Elizabeth walk down the stairs. [color=f26522]Well lookie here... I imagine ye slept well lizzy? Y ee slept through the entertainment last night. [/color] A bit sour that she had a full night's rest compared to him. He closed Hector's book and stretched his back. A few loud pops could be heard. [color=f26522]"What do ye want fer breakfast Lassy?[/color] He asked as he shuffled over to her side of the bar. 

Suddenly a greyish wolf padded down the stairs and to the door, waiting for someone to open it. Sure enough after a few seconds it was opened, followed by a yell of a random person frightened at the site of a wolf inside town. [color=0072bc]Oh Bobby, I swear your beds get more comfy every time I come by. You must tell me were you get the mattress.[/color] Flint stood at the top of the stairs, yawning. [color=0072bc]I slept like a baby![/color] he said mid yawn. His eyes groggy still, his hair slightly messy, but it only seemed to add to his charm. 

He paused when he saw a new girl at the bar. [color=0072bc]"Well helllloooo you..." [/color]He said as his tiredness seemed to just melt away, as he slid down the railing landed gracefully a few feet away from the new girl. [color=0072bc]"Bonjour mademoiselle , vous êtes certainement la plus belle chose qu'un homme peut espérer voir le matin.." [/color]He gave his most dashing smile before bowing and taking her hand, [color=0072bc]"My name is Flint... Flint Digard. May I ask for your name? or is it Angels have no names, Only beautiful faces?" [/color] He kissed her hand gently.

Bobby blinked a few times at seeing Flint hitting on another female hunter. He often found it strange that Flint was even related to Fenros, or even Hector. His personality almost the total opposite of the two well known hunters. He was about to say something when his wife pipped in. "Flint dear, please don't slide down the railing, you can hurt yourself." She said as she walked by the two on her way to fill the bar with more mugs.
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