4chan was happy, to say the least, though he cuddled into his jacket, wanting to keep the warm in until he finally adjusted. He walked in, smiling a bit wider than usual. He liked Ploutos, after all. He was a cool guy, and didn't wave him off or treat him like junk mail- so he was okay. He felt sort of safe, at least in the realms of being obnoxious. He relaxed his shoulders with a sigh, and a peek around.
"Hey bro." he chimed. "How're you? Dandy, I hope. That's how I'm doing. Weird word, though."
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Date: 2013-02-18 05:37 am (UTC)"Hey bro." he chimed. "How're you? Dandy, I hope. That's how I'm doing. Weird word, though."