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Another day, another night spent smoking on the roof of some shitty old building.
Perched on the shingles, sat with her legs crossed. Pink hair and tail sticking out like a sore thumb as she took slow drags off of her cigarette.
"Well...older than all of us. My friends. He's very nice. He's afraid of spiders- but he's mostly brave."
Basil could go on about his friends for hours and hours.
"Kel is his little brother. The one with the long hair."