SUMO ATTACK — private

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[div style="text-align: justify;"]Smoking and alcohol were two things he really didn't quite understand. Perhaps it was because of his age, or perhaps it was the knowledge that both things were extremely bad for one's health that stopped him from trying it. Whatever the case, Connor had never smoked a cigarette or drank even a drop of alcohol in his life, and he probably never will. To be quite honest, he wasn't even sure how he knew that both things were bad habits that usually lead to major health problems, if he had never tried either before. Something told Connor it was most likely from an experience he went through before his arrival in The Typhoon, but unfortunately, he couldn't remember it.

For some reason, he couldn't sleep tonight, unable to keep himself from tossing and turning in bed. So, rather than waste time trying to fall asleep and failing, the male got up and stepped outside, taking in a deep breath. It probably wouldn't help much but at least he could try and tire himself out with a walk. It was then that he spotted Pincher, making his way across the beach, the scent of smoke hitting his nose only seconds later. What was the captain doing? And this late in the night? Unable to ignore his curiosity, Connor would quietly follow after him, stopping outside the bar for a brief second before he made his way in, ignoring the confused stares from the NPCs. He knew what they were looking at, the strange LED on the side of his head currently flickering blue. At times like this, it was sort of... he didn't know how to describe how he felt. Embarrassed? Ashamed? Nevertheless, he kept a straight face as he made his way over to where Pincher was sitting, clearing his throat. "Good evening, Captain." Connor would greet the canine in a formal fashion. "Mind if I join you?"

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