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"H-Hope Estheim but call me Hope..." he replied back taking Zidane's hand with a steady firm grip standing back on his legs dusting himself. He doesn't look too good, jacket and shirt looks dirty and slightly ripped - has dirt on his cheeks, elbow and knees too. Staying close to Zidane's side but doesn't take his eyes off the thief's long, blondish tail. 'His tail... it's strangely weird but cool...' lifting an arm up about to poke it but stops himself nodding no. "Town? A-alright then Lead the now..." looking down sadly and confused as ever gripping Zidane's arm at the thought. 'Hm... that's when I met those thugs.. ugh... nobody didn't even stop them or help me..'
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