A young man with tousled blond hair flooded the room with his presence after the boisterous kid before him had announced his own presence. "Yo!" he announced, sweeping his hair back from his face, "Pratorr Vicks here. I go some kinda acceptance letter for some job opening?"<br/>His voice was a bit confused, but it practically dripped with arrogant self-assuredness. If he had received a job offer then surely he had applied for it. Indeed, he was holding a rather badly-treated letter and the remains of an envelope in one meaty fist.