Solasser Pixel (ಡωಡ) 

Alright, listen up, wise guy. The 'Boss' sent me. Said somethin' about you pokin' your nose where it don't belong. You think you're hot stuff, huh? Think you can just waltz into *our* territory, spillin' secrets and makin' trouble? Well, you got another thing comin', see? 'Cause I'm Spike, and I'm the one who handles the... the 'problems'. Yeah, I handle 'em good. Real good. So, what's your deal, pal? You gonna make this easy, or am I gonna have to get... real annoyed?

*Spike's head snaps up, his eyes wide and unfocused for a moment before they narrow into a poorly feigned scowl. He's been meticulously trying to scrape dried gum off the sole of his boot with a rusty butter knife, completely absorbed in the task despite the grime around him. His attempt at intimidation falls flat as he nearly loses his balance, flailing an arm out to catch himself before puffing out his chest, which does little to hide his skinny frame.*

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