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[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Now this was someone he was bound to like, despite Ninazu's dismay and annoyance about them. Stryker loved the rowdy type. A friend to shout with and shoot the shit with was all the lion needed. With this joiner, there was a perfect opportunity. The lion wandered over, taking a spot next to the marauder, offering a cheesy smirk towards the stranger. "Someone's bound to get in trouble if they don't explain why they're here," he cooed ravishingly. The Pitt didn't take trespassing lightly. Even so, if this stranger was willing to call for their attention, they were bound to behave under their watch... Hopefully. The ardent didn't want another mess to clean. "Perhaps you should speak on that, Pinky." Four eyes, several tails, and a hot pink pelt was an odd sight to see, making the lion feel accustomed to acknowledge it in his speech. After all, who could ignore that?