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Dancing lessons ( Open) Mac! Jasmine & Ike! June
The black haired girl danced gracefully across the training room floor, small ponytail bouncing with each step. A small blue haired child tried keeping in rhythm, missing a few steps here and there. " You're doing great, June! Just keep watching me!" She giggled, adding a few spins here and there. " Just keep the rhythm..." They didn't know someone had been watching the practice.
Starter for mean-lean-alejandro
Why Shantae was back in Smashville was a mystery. She was wearing a light weight jacket over her usual outfit, looking through the crowd of people- er, animals. In the town. " The Smash Ballot ends next month... I wonder if I've made it in..." She muttered, spotting a familiar boxer. " Oh my genie- Mac! Mac! Over here!" She called.
Mean-lean-Alejandro liked for a starter
A blue haired teen sat on a bench, playing Smash. " C'mon, c'mon, c'm- Oh Anthea dammit! That recovery is terrible!" She exclaimed. " Little Mac is terrible in the air..." She muttered. Uh, Sokudo. Said boxer is nearby.
Mean-lean-Alejandro liked for a starter ( the last starter for now)
Music drifted through Smashville, coming from town square. Several villagers were gathered around the source, a glint of gold coming from a headpiece. The source of the shine was a teenager, purple hair, blue eyes, gold jewelry, red outfit. Whoever she was, she wasn't from around here.
"Hey wii trainer! Long time no see!" @the-little-mac
{♀} “Hey yourself, Mac! How ya been?”
Chowderhead? [@the-little-mac]
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Ike had actually been looking above the small man who was tossing insults at him across a distance, swearing he saw a familiar face... though he wouldn’t get the opportunity to consult whoever it was that past by.
“H--Hey now... Chowderhead?“ Mac was quick with his words, definitely. “...Did I offend you somehow? Or were you looking for a sparring partner?”
Little mac in the post: U WANNA GO PUNK!?
Little mac in the tags: O HEY FRIEND.
Me: laughing.
