IC: Typo Spun around to face the sudden falsh of smoke. It wwas Hydra. Big surprise. Sighing, Typo said "Nimol this is Hydra." "She does that kind of thing a lot. Get used to it." Typo added under his breath. Then Nimol's pants seemed to go all strange. Then it all collapsed into one big heap. "Does that uh... Happen often?" Typo asked. Nimol didn't seem to need his help, as whatever was wrong with them was fixed within a minute or so. 'Must be good with his hands to do that.'
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Congratulations, Oddey, on winning FC's fanfiction competition two years running! You are clearly the man to beat!
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