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<span style="font-size: 18px"><b>Dream Field Arena - Duelist Waiting Room, New Domino City, May 10th, 8:40 AM</b></span>​</div><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006400"><br/>
<b><div style="text-align: center">Mister Fisher​</div></b></span><br/>After previously giving Kaden a brief overlook when it came to his Gishki deck, the green haired stylist was packing up his things in the old room he previously cleaned Kaden in. There were lots of items to shove into various bags, which included the chair Kaden was sitting in when he woke up, and the mirrors too. The room the curious male used had been a waiting room of some sort before. It wasn't very clean, but the carpet and window space were very comforting. Oddly enough, the room wasn't even remotely recognizable as half of the items were bagged and lugged away by the the various Yes-Men who worked for the Misses. Had Kaden returned to find the green haired gentleman packing, he wouldn't believe the room was the very same one he had previously awoken in.<br/><br/>Across a large plastic white table, different pieces of some faceless furniture had been lined up along with a blow dryer and an army of shampoos, scissors, combs, brushes and the like. A gentle hum left the green haired man as he organized them before carefully placing a group of these items into different bags. He was alone in the room before Galan entered, which alerted the nontraditionally cute green haired male to turn his head in Galan's direction and widen his careful eyes.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff69b4">"Kaden was talking about me?"</span>He didn't believe it as they didn't spend much time together while they were awake. He didn't even tell Kaden his name. Slowly, the stylist calmed down before standing up right and facing Galan properly while the blond male started to strike some poses. The blond Russian didn't seem like the dangerous quirky type. More like the quirky-odd type.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff69b4">"Sorry, I don't work for free."</span>He murmured to the strangely excited man, hoping he'd have the endurance to leave their interaction at that.<br/><br/>And then, he lost track of his intentions just before he could get back to packing.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff69b4">"Well, I don't work for free, anyway. I did what I did for Kaden as Kaden payed a steep price. I suppose you can call me... Mister Fisher."</span><br/><br/>(OOC: To be edited with response to Yuki when I wake up. Too tired right now.)