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Mad Eye Touz
"I like everyone," Plymouth shrugged and started walking again. "But, what's not to like? They're funny. Full of ALL sorts of knowledge that no one else knows. Mum says it's not the number of teeth in their mouths, but the number of stories they have to tell. Or something like that."
Once they reached the seventh floor corridor, Plymouth set Daphne down lightly, careful that her feet were both on the floor. He kept his hand at her back. "Well... almost done, I guess."
Her feet once on the ground it only took Miss Hopton a few seconds to regain her balance. "That much is true. You
do like everyone," agreed the blond and left it at that. Daphne hadn't met any Hobos. She wasn't allowed to; however, Plymouth's Mum seemed nice enough. Daphne was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.
"Oh? Oh, yes," stammered Daphne, slightly blushing. She had forgotten entirely they were on a
date. Wooops!