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</div><a class="username" data-user-id="1212" data-username="@SpiritBurn" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1212/">@SpiritBurn</a><br/>Red scurried up the steps to the hotel and entered the lobby. The little gremlin had green skin, large bat-like ears and a tuft of red hair on his head. He stood a little less than three feet tall when he stood up straight, but when he wasn't crawling he walked hunched over. As he entered the well lit lobby he raised a clawed hand to shield his eyes and gave a low growl.<br/><br/>He walked over to the table filled with beverages. A croak escaped from his lips that vaguely sounded like<b>"yum yum,"</b>and he scampered up onto the table. He grabbed a jug seemingly at random, took a few large gulps and with a huge burp put it back in its place. He grabbed a different jug and jumped down from the table, feet pattering on the floor as he made his way to the check-in counter.<br/><br/>Red climbed onto the table with some effort, refusing to let go of his drink despite it being almost half his size. He looked at the wolf and grumbled something that could be interpreted as<b>"Red." </b>One could guess that he was introducing himself. Or he was stating his favorite color. It was difficult to tell which.