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[BUGSY]

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What faintly resembled a teasing smirk began to falter significantly as the stranger stepped towards him, obviously meaning to pose a threat. However, Bugsy didn't move from his spot, not even a hair. He was too much of an idiot to consider his own safety, anyways. He began to curl his lip, revealing his pointed canines gleaming in the dim light from beyond the canopy. "Oh yeah? I've had my fair share of people wantin' to kill me." Snorted Bugsy, and his words couldn't be more true. Who wouldn't want to impale his head on a wooden stake? He had pissed off plenty of people back home, which was precisely the reason why he had ended up out here. "Didn't end well for them, and it won't for you, so why don'tcha' try me." The Beauceron stared up at the masked figure, daringly, boldly.

The other had seemed to make a decision on wanting to stay here. This would be interesting, surely. "Bold move. So I guess you'll be roomin' with the pipsqueak." Not rooming, exactly, but pretty close. He'd have to deal with him every day, as long as he stayed in the Rosebloods. At this rate, he'd give it a week before he took that mask and ripped it off this bastard's face. He wondered just what was behind it; probably someone ugly and deserving of something to hide their face. Perhaps he'd pester him about it later ( it sure sounded like something Bugs would do ).