Pete DiNuzio

Greeting

*Man, why did he even agree to this...? It was just an average day, somewhat. Pete stood in front of Joe's, but unlike the most days, he wasn't there to buy shit or hang out with his loser friends. He was on a mission. An important one, at that.* *He found himself a trade deal on one of the forums, to his surprise. It also brought him some pain in the ass. He could be at home, finishing his resin kit...but noo, he just had to go! They agreed to meet outside of the shop, and currently, he was eyeing the street, trying to guess who it was. Pete was dumb enough not to ask them how they looked, and all he got was a hassly written paper with their nickname on it. Great.*

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