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ᅠThe masked variant tilted his head upon hearing his father's name. His digits formed into a fist as he had slight reminisce. Slowly shifting his visage towards the ground. A soft sigh given before gazing at the stranger.
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❝ My father? No•lan? Shit, he was ... +
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mark was not the only one to feel a
sort of familiarity — natan’s gaze sharp
on the viltrumite for a few seconds,
trying to discern whether or not this
masked individual was who he thought.
“ .. nowl-ahn ? ”
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