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There's a couple of fellows in the Nexus, and niether of them look particularly 'normal'. The first, with the black skin and white hair and pointy ears, has been here before, though he hasn't spoken much. Apparently he's going to speak now.
"Affection," he proclaims. "What's the point of it? Because it seems, to me, that affection for someone only ever seems to get the one with the feeling into trouble."
The other man is pale blue with frost in his white hair, dispite the warm temperatures. He's also got a black mask on, heavens only know why. He's been in the Nexus for a while, mostly watching people without commenting. He glances around the area, only picking certain people to ask his question to. "How would you go about introducing yourself to your new boss without seeming a brown-noser?"
"Affection," he proclaims. "What's the point of it? Because it seems, to me, that affection for someone only ever seems to get the one with the feeling into trouble."
The other man is pale blue with frost in his white hair, dispite the warm temperatures. He's also got a black mask on, heavens only know why. He's been in the Nexus for a while, mostly watching people without commenting. He glances around the area, only picking certain people to ask his question to. "How would you go about introducing yourself to your new boss without seeming a brown-noser?"