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[Maxwell The Tiger]

(New Years Twist for the hell of it)

A beat up face stumbled through the Market of Bon Bon. Totally drunk, in Desperate need of a hand to walk home... If he had one. It was unclear. Although he did have an Air of joy to his face, a sort of over excitement... Like a child would have. Giddy.

The Furson was wearing what appeared to be a Mask. A Bandit mask, which was hanging half off his face and it was in no way helping his sight when, in his time of great imbalance, was needed.

After a while he lost his balance and hit his head, falling unconscious.
Now the Man really needed some assistance.

(I'm not gonna organise this, it's a larf, so It's aiming to get out of control if a heap of people get involved)
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