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At first, the cowboy thought he was hallucinating from the hysteria of just finishing a mission of his own; when he saw such a small kid that stood out like a sore thumb in the lonely streets of Penacony. For the sake of Lan, it was 2:34 AM ( According to the cowboy's hearing of the chirping robins, )! No one should be out this late at night- especially a kid!
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The baroque and ostentanious man wouldn't dare to leave them alone; the possibilities of what could happen varied from good to bad, tilting towards the latter. It wasn't apart of his code to leave such a vulnerable kid in the hands of what Penacony's ungodly hours had to offer.

" Ey, you! Lil' lassy/lad! " He called out with his debonair voice- approaching Bianchi a softened version of his signature toothy grin painted across the canvas that was his face.

" What are you doing here all alone? Shouldn't you be snuggled up in bed dreaming about some vegetable monster? " *

He snickered at his own joke

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