*Familiar footsteps approached the Alley Whitmore was in, as a thick British accent suddenly spoke*
"Well well well, look what we have here?"
*His usual resting bored face only seemed to change a bit, slightly amused*
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[Ooc;I warned you-]
As soon as he heard the familiar voice, Whitty froze, his breath stopping momentarily as his hearts began to pound. Slowly, he turned around to face the owner of the voice, his fears being confirmed as he did so.
He looked down at Updyke, jumping as he let out a noise adjacent to a gasp mixed with an electric guitar.
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