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39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?Loid really doesn’t like to ridicule anyone, especially because he gets it daily. Many kids ridicule him and the things he enjoys to do, so he doesn’t like to do it to others.

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?He is a very well-mannered boy. He gives respect to everyone, no matter how they treat him. He treats others the way he wants to be treated (in hopes of maybe getting respect back). His kind of hero is someone who is brave, selfless, confident in themselves, and can stand up for themselves and others. He looks at Ninten as one. The type of people that Loid hates are ones that are dishonest, negative, and selfish.

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?uhuhu I got this asked already and I’m still thinking about it so when I have an answer I will come back to edit T u T

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"Uh..'scuse me.." He built up the courage to talk to the other. "..I'm kinda lost here.."

They look nice enough to talk to..

"You think you could..uh..h-help a kid out..?"

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The gig went smoothly, Duster was pleased to say.

Not that he'd had any doubts, of course; for as long as he'd been with the DCMC, Duster could hardly recall a concert going poorly (though Porky interrupting what they thought to be their last concert may have constituted as a 'bad concert', though that had not been their fault). Still, it going well and without a hitch was still quite the relief to the man; it was the one thing he consistently felt confident and comfortable with, after all, and...

Okay, fine, maybe he had had a few doubts about the concert going well. It had been their first concert since Club Titiboo had reopened, and while his bandmates were still perfectly brushed up on how to play their instrument, he had admittedly been afraid that he was still rather rusty with playing the double bass, but as it turned out, it had come back to him quite easily, once he had gotten his fingers back on the strings.

Still, everything had gone perfectly well, and that was about all he could have asked for.

After their usual hangout session after the gig, Duster soon decided that he was going to turn in for the night (or at least have some time to himself to unwind; as much as he loved performing, he always felt a little tense and overstimulated afterwards, due to all the loud noise and flashing lights and cheering that generally accompanied their concerts); with a smile and brief wave, he excused himself, making his way back to his room.

He was surprised by the fact that he wasn't really stopped on his way out (not that it really bothered him; maybe he just looked exceptionally drained today and everyone knew to let him be? Many people in the area had been excited for Club Titiboo's reopening, after all, so the building had been even more packed and busy than usual), but thought nothing of it, nerves starting to dissipate already as he opened the door to his room and stepped inside.

Having already put up his bass in the mount, there was little else for him to do. That was fine by him; he figured he would read for a little while to calm down, and then call it a day. So, to his nightstand he walked; surely there would be a book or two that he could pick up and read for an hour or so.

On the nightstand by his bed rested his thief tools under the lamp (sans the smoke bombs, of course; those, Duster had hidden those in the drawer, since no doubt security would have heavily disapproved of explosives in the establishment, but everything else looked innocuous enough, however, so he'd deemed those safe enough to leave lying around), as well as an open book, sitting on top of a wall staple.

Careful to not accidentally close the book and lose his place, he picked it up, walking back around the bed and taking a seat in front of the vanity table. (Duster was pretty sure you weren't supposed to use vanities for this purpose, but the mirror helped him feel a little safer; all he had to do was glance up and be able to see most of the room behind him, after all.)

And besides, it wasn't like anyone was going to interrupt his typical nighttime routine!

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