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Red Raccoon sat in the corner of the room, his legs gracefully folded in the steel gray armchair. His nose was buried deep in his work, too busy to notice the mysterious man entering the room.
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A tall, enigmatic man walked through the doorway. A dark blue hoodie concealed his mass of muscles, and a brown paper bag hid his face except for the two dark cut out holes where his eyes were. He carried an instrument case in one hand. He set it down and began fiddling with the locks on the side. The noise made Red Raccoon’s ears petite perk up, but not enough to alert him. The mysterious man took the instrument out and began to pluck a couple notes. That got Red Raccoon’s attention. His bright blue eyes, which were unnatural (but not in a freaky way, more like a magical and mythical way), snapped to the stranger. He wasn’t looking in the procyon’s direction since he was too focused on his art, but Red Raccoon could see him quite clearly. His one hand moved down the fretboard effortlessly, while his other plucked the various strings in a rhythmic pattern. The movement almost hypnotized the raccoon into a trance. He was so enthralled by the music that he didn’t notice the dust particles floating towards his twitching nose. The granules entered his nostrils and began to irritate his mucous membranes. Red Raccoon didn’t notice, though. He didn’t even notice his body releasing histamines to attack the airborne irritants. The reaction resulted in Red Raccoon releasing a sneeze. “Achoo!” He said, in a small, high-pitched voice.
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The strange man turned sharply to locate the source of the dainty sound he heard. His gaze landed on the small raccoon sitting a few feet from him. The air between them was filled with tension and olfactory expulsions. The Bag-headed man turned away. ‘Oh,’ Thought Red Raccoon ‘He must think I’m so weird. I’ll never get the chance to talk to him now!’ A sob sat in the back of his throat, mourning the life they could have shared together. Suddenly, the man was only a foot from the raccoon, with a kleenex in his outstretched hand. Two warm, deep brown orbs shone out behind the holes in his cinnamon colored kraft paper. Red Raccoon looked up to meet his gaze, and thought he might be able to find the answers to the universe’s mysteries in the chocolate stare. A deeper voice rasped out from behind the bag. “Bless you.” Red Raccoon took the kleenex with a small “Thank you.” and went on with his business as the strange man went back to his. He turned to face the raccoon again. “I’m BagHead Bro by the way. What’s your name?” The raccoon blushed. Wow, he wanted to know his name! Maybe not all was lost after all. “I’m Red Raccoon. Nice to meet you.” BagHead Bro nodded and motioned for Red Raccoon to follow him. No explanation as to where they would be going or what they would be doing, but Red Raccoon agreed. Any adventure with this man would be enchanting.