"I'm originally from this little town called Navloshnisk. Now I live in St. Petersburg, it's very nice, very cold," he remarked, staring off into space. He couldn't help but thInk about Fox's comment about him being a knight, or at least saying his name sounded like one. He found himself imagining himself as a knight, no head protection for some reason, riding a horse and sweeping some girl off her feet romantically. He had never, ever thought about anything remotely like that, and found himself air-typing. He shoved his hands in his pocket.
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