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“Y-You again!?” The ghost exclaimed, as he saw the familiar red head – the said person currently binding on the wine that was stored in the warehouse.
Hmmm, this scenario seemed pretty familiar.
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Rummy let out a cheer of exclamation, raising said wine high into the air, letting a few stray drips of it fling about. A few other empty bottles were littered around him- as well as a few barrels. Eyy what are the odds of ruinin' into the likes of 'im again? he thought splendidly, recognizing the ghost instantly even in his drunken stupor, only briefly furrowing his brows as his train of thought continued, though I think this be his dock… Hmm.
“Iriganniaii,” his voice was slurred slightly, but still understandable. He wrinkled his nose and recoiled at the mispronunciation that slipped through his lips, “Iguana? Irigau?”
He repeated a few more tries at his name, all of them more mispronounced than the last, before he finally shook his head with a bahk- it doens't matter, his arms swinging wildly as he swayed on his feet. He turned his attention back to the other ghost with a grin,
“Iri, my boy,” he greeted, settling on the nickname rather than the full name, gesturing for the ghost to come closer, “I think we be havin' a mighty problem on our hands….”
His voice dropped to a whispered as he leaned forward with a cheeky wink.
“...You be out of the good stuff…”
