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"No, that guy's a dick, I'm totally with ya. Told ya we wanted the other guy," Leo smirks, and gives Frances a friendly punch in the arm.
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Frances would chuckle as well and said "I'll admit it, you were right on that." He said. "So, now to Triton Hall." He finished, letting Leo lead the way to the room.
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Triton Hall is one of the nicest residence halls on campus, looking far more... 'modern' that most, although that term being relative. It gives the impression of the sort of place wealthy or socially elite students might live, except of course, the housing director at this school doesn't seem to put much stock in anything but shoving bodies in rooms.
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Leo's been here before, and considers stopping to see if Mierra and Kara are in. But first... he clears his throat.
"SMASH BANGHAMMER!"
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A window opens, and a half-ogre in a sleeveless undershirt that doesn't cover his belly leans out. "YEAH, WHATCHA WANT!?"
There are several rumblings from other room, and a very audible, "I'm trying to study!"
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"YEAH!" He screams back. "THIS ONE OF 'EM DEALS WHERE I GRAB MY PACK AN' JOIN YOU DOWNSTAIRS AN' WE WANDER AROUND A WHILE AS WE SEEK FAME 'N FORTUNE, OR WE JUST DOIN' CLUB GIGS FOR BEER!?"
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"STARTIN' WITH A GIG FOR THE CHEERLEADERS, AN' WE'LL SEE WHERE IT GOES FROM THERE!"
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"SWEET! I'LL BE RIGHT DOWN" The window slams shut. Sometime later, the front door opens, and seven feet of half-ogre in an undershirt and sweatpants bursts out, an undergrown goatee on his chin, and a greasy ponytail down his neck. "'Sup. I'm Kevin Banghammer, but ever'body calls me Smash."
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"Cool. Leonardo Delgado, ya can call me Leo. The skinny fella is Frances, ya can call him Frances. And... Nigel are you okay?"