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That ACCENT. What the hell. It clawed and scratched at the back of his head and he experienced a jarring sensation of trying to remember something he'd taken great measures to forget. Like certain memories of his deceased relatives, and friends he'd left behind.
Benzi realised exactly who it was talking to him probably a second after the dark haired teen said his name. His eyes bugged and for a few moments he was silent, just staring at those aggravatingly familiar yet foreign features until the his shock wore off.
Ignoring the content of his words completely, Benzi's face broke into a large, toothy grin and he laughed. He laughed a deep bellied, sincere, almost relieved laugh that boomed throughout the quiet apothecary. "Merlin's pants, Cuthbert Mordaunt," he exclaimed at long last, and raised a hand to affectionately punch Cutty's shoulder none too gently, "you haven't changed a bloody bit haven't you?"
Benzi felt his heart swell. Cutty was still around.
That punch. Where it normally bothered him from others, Cutty felt alive at the human contact. The surreal experience of seeing a young old face again and then having that face reach out and breach the distance brought the experience home and it was just like old times.
If only Ferm Quimbley were around to have a go at.
The pale 16 year old kid swayed in the direction of the shoulder punch and his scowl was replaced with a smile. "
Nar. I thought it would be unwise to mess with pehrfection. And wotta waste of time too."
But...Benzi Rider...THE MYSTERY!!!
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Where in 'ell have yer been?!" He said refraining from telling the long-lost bud he missed him. God. Plans were ruined and AND he left Cutty alone to battle Quimbley and Gallaway.
He'd won.
He'd say.
But that was beside the point.