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                        “oh--WHEW. this...this is rich.” 

      Buddy had announced quietly to himself between breathes he’d taken from a previous fit of laughter. During the said outburst, his posture remained hunched over, while one of his hands rested upon his knee, and the other being stretched out posing a rather noticeable ‘stop’ signal. He waved this notion a few times, as if he was signing for her to come to a halt whilst chuckling under his breath; chuckles that were muffled and chortled out through his lips. Once he was able to collect himself more, Buddy brought himself back up to a straightened out stance, swung both hands up with him, then pointed at her with them in an rather enthusiastic way.  

“You know-- I’ve been kidnapped by my share of supervillains over the years and I gotta say-- this is the most comfortable chair I’ve ever been strapped to. I mean really-- and is that lavender in the air?” She tilted her head, examining the room she was currently held captive in. 

“Ugh you have no idea how many horrible-smelling lairs I’ve been dragged off to. It’s like-- why are all these guys building their lairs by the docks? Do they like the smell of old fish and saltwater or something?” The brunette turned her attention to her captor-- one glance told her this was a woman of substance. Though she’d never been scooped up by a villainess before-- this was a refreshingly new experience.

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