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[pendergastmon]

A young man walks in (with what might be a motorcycle helmet tucked under one arm) and while he isn't handsome, he still has a certain charismatic charm and a devil-may-care attitude. If anyone knows Diogenes Pendergast, they might see a resemblance.

On the other hand, the almost too alert way in which he glances around the room might remind

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[waragainstfaith]

*a crooked grin that carries a surprising force of charm* I'm none of those, but nonetheless it's a pleasure to meet you.

[pendergastmon]

I don't know; you look like England to me.

[waragainstfaith]

*arches an eyebrow* Oh? What's particularly England-esque about me?

[pendergastmon]

You're pointed and have Ireland to the West of you?

[waragainstfaith]

*...amused, vague sort of look* Pointed?

[pendergastmon]

*just shrugs*

[waragainstfaith]

*dryly* I thought I had kept that a secret from those who haven't had the privilege of seeing me without my clothing.

[pendergastmon]

*actually smiles* Poor secret.