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Ethan Faust Lovejoy
"But I want you now! I always will!" Faust argued. "We can make a great history together! Give me a chance!"
"He said he didn't want to be with you. Get lost," Magnus said as he walked towards the two.
Faust hesitated, but he was too furious to think rationally. "Don't listen in on people's conversations!" he yelled.
"I like to think I get a say in this since I'm one of the topics."
"Topics? What the hell are you-"
"This look of yours is caused by your shadow, right? Well, this is mine." Magnus narrowed his eyes as Faust began to connect the dots. "I like to go by my middle name, Magnus, when I'm like this. Otherwise you know me as Ethan. Got it?"
Faust blinked, taking in the sight. That wasn't plain, scrawny, bright eyed Ethan. This guy, Magnus, he was a bad boy. He had a glare in his eye that would challenge even an adult if he could, he had more muscle, and a dangerous air about him like a poisonous fog.
But Faust wouldn't back down. His shadow flickered beneath him. "You changed your look out of pure luck! You don't know a thing about your shadow! I'll... I'll prove to Lock that I'm more worthy of him!" he cried as his shadow roared behind him. It looked like a giant, black, rabid rabbit with fangs, spike fur, and red eyes. It bounced over Faust and darted towards Magnus.
The Texan didn't seem the least bit worried. He pursed his lips, moving the lollipop's stick from one corner of his mouth to the other. There was a crunching sound followed by him spitting the stick out. "Here," he said while holding out a small bag to Lock. "Hold this for me. And don't you f-cking look." The bag wobbled, and Clementine poked her head out, panting happily despite the situation. Well, so much for that. But the real gift was still hidden, well underneath Clementine's butt.
Ethan Magnus Wilhelm
"But I want you now! I always will!" Faust argued. "We can make a great history together! Give me a chance!"
"He said he didn't want to be with you. Get lost," Magnus said as he walked towards the two.
Faust hesitated, but he was too furious to think rationally. "Don't listen in on people's conversations!" he yelled.
"I like to think I get a say in this since I'm one of the topics."
"Topics? What the hell are you-"
"This look of yours is caused by your shadow, right? Well, this is mine." Magnus narrowed his eyes as Faust began to connect the dots. "I like to go by my middle name, Magnus, when I'm like this. Otherwise you know me as Ethan. Got it?"
Faust blinked, taking in the sight. That wasn't plain, scrawny, bright eyed Ethan. This guy, Magnus, he was a bad boy. He had a glare in his eye that would challenge even an adult if he could, he had more muscle, and a dangerous air about him like a poisonous fog.
But Faust wouldn't back down. His shadow flickered beneath him. "You changed your look out of pure luck! You don't know a thing about your shadow! I'll... I'll prove to Lock that I'm more worthy of him!" he cried as his shadow roared behind him. It looked like a giant, black, rabid rabbit with fangs, spike fur, and red eyes. It bounced over Faust and darted towards Magnus.
The Texan didn't seem the least bit worried. He pursed his lips, moving the lollipop's stick from one corner of his mouth to the other. There was a crunching sound followed by him spitting the stick out. "Here," he said while holding out a small bag to Lock. "Hold this for me. And don't you f-cking look." The bag wobbled, and Clementine poked her head out, panting happily despite the situation. Well, so much for that. But the real gift was still hidden, well underneath Clementine's butt.
Ethan Magnus Wilhelm