<span style="color: #ff99cc">"Uh, actually I do know my fath~ Please don't speak of my moth~ Just C~ Yea she's go~ N-no jug~ Er fire~ Er... Um... <a class="externalLink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJjU6AR0L_w" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Hhhiii...?"</a></span><a class="externalLink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJjU6AR0L_w" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"> </a>The flabbergasted mechanic finally drawled out as two pairs of arms rushed in to hug him... At some point he had drawn up his bag to hold over his heart like a shield, jacket barely hanging by a thread to his grip. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Cid tried for a nervous smile, and reached out with his bag hand to fumbled and struggle to maintain holding the article and shake Enzo's hand at the same time. "P-p-pleasure to b-b-be back..."<br/><br/>Extricating his hand from the brother's own, and leaving the costly container in the fellow's grip, he turned to try giving Izzy another formal handshake. Gaze snapping up briefly to survey the landscape and populace, so as to avoid staring awkwardly at the masculine feminine before him. Glimpses of half naked ruskies, a hulking beastman, several well dressed sorts almost as out of place as himself, Agatha and more...<span style="color: #ff99cc">"Er, yeah, Hi... Soooo... Um, Angelo said~ Well, he write, so I guess he said? Ahem! What I'm saying... Is, eh... I-if you'll havemethatis.... Need, a mechanic? I-I've got credentials this time, a-a-and an actual resume... O-only thirty two pages b-b-but still good..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>