[ The guy seems to be hit by a realisation hard enough that - for a second - it almost looks like he's choking on his water. Thankfully he manages to swallow the gulp before he can truly start to choke on it, closing his water bottle back up and dumping it on the ground next to his bag so he can instead start to step over in Krouse's direction, the grin on his face only widening.
Sorry, Krouse - there's only more of that energy coming your way now. ]
Krouse!
[ Fabian says the name like he's greeting an old friend he hasn't seen in thirty years, not someone he has spoken literally once to. And online. ]
It's Fabian! Your Bloodrush pal! [ Once he's reached Krouse, there's not even the time for the latter to offer Fabian his hand. Because the half-elf is already grabbing a hold of it. Not for a regular handshake though - no, no, instead he's using the hand, once he's grabbed it with his own, to pull the other closer, knocking their joint hands against his chest (those pecs are rock-hard, Krouse, no soft cushion here) in the most bro-like move before he lets go of the other. ] Who can believe we managed to run into each other out here? That has got to be fate, right?
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Sorry, Krouse - there's only more of that energy coming your way now. ]
Krouse!
[ Fabian says the name like he's greeting an old friend he hasn't seen in thirty years, not someone he has spoken literally once to. And online. ]
It's Fabian! Your Bloodrush pal! [ Once he's reached Krouse, there's not even the time for the latter to offer Fabian his hand. Because the half-elf is already grabbing a hold of it. Not for a regular handshake though - no, no, instead he's using the hand, once he's grabbed it with his own, to pull the other closer, knocking their joint hands against his chest (those pecs are rock-hard, Krouse, no soft cushion here) in the most bro-like move before he lets go of the other. ] Who can believe we managed to run into each other out here? That has got to be fate, right?