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A mallet would do next to nothing to the glacier Kosuke usually was in front of a stranger. As a solid social brick, he was proud of his resilience in the face of frontal assault, but there was something familiar about this guy which he couldn't place a finger on.

[b][color=thistle]"Wait a minute!"[/color][/b] Kosuke shouted.

His hands shot out and rapidly patted Shiro all over. The gleam in his eyes and the speed of his arms were like a 6 armed deva[url=http://i2.kym-cdn.com/entries/icons/facebook/000/005/322/Hokuto_Hyaku_Retsu_Ken_2.jpg].[/url] The patting was mainly focused on the sides of Shiro's body, but they were so soft Shiro would've hardly felt it. After a few seconds, Kosuke stopped abruptly. The only evidence of the intense pattting session were Shiro's ruffled clothes.

[b][color=thistle]"You're Paper Moon!"[/color][/b] He said, his voice dropping to a hiss.

He could recognize him because just four days ago, during the Civil War, he'd done the exact same thing. He'd been hovering a little to compensate for his real life height at the time, so it was the same feeling as when he'd done it just now.

[b][color=thistle]"You're not supposed to know me. What are you doing?"[/color][/b] He said in a dangerous tone. [b][color=thistle]"Depending on your answer I may have to erase you..."[/color][/b]
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