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[JERSEYBOY]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;"]Oh boy, oh boy. What was going on here? It was hard to say, as he had arrived to the party rather late, but it looked like the Three Musketeers were being interrogated by none other than Killua and a few others. What else was new? But, when things started to heat up, Jerseyboy gave a 'tsk' and proceeded to casually stroll on over. He flickered his olivine gaze to one of them, the dark wolf-looking fella, and he snorted, "Ey, kid- pull that stick outta' your ass. Nobody's out to get ya'." Some of these guys were just natural assholes, but it was no reason to get fired up. Jersey just wanted to diffuse the situation before it got any worse- he knew that two hostile teenagers going at it wouldn't make for a pretty fight.

His gaze swept over the rest of the Snowbound members. "You think we could not start any shit today, maybe?" He eyed Killua on that last note, twitching a whisker. He knew that the serval wasn't exactly in a fighting stance, but he noticed the look in his eyes. He also remembered how he engaged that Ross-guy in a rather hostile manner. He could try to defend himself all he wanted, but Killua was no saint. The kid was a little brat- and if you asked him, he needed to loosen the hell up.

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