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Walltur smiled, glad that his suggestion was being received well. He'd like to wait on Mo and Charlie's response though before setting it in stone. As Quinn wraps her arms around his shoulders, he brightens up at her voice. As she whispers in his ear he begins to laugh heartily. He gives her a sharp nod as she takes a seat across from them.

Listening to Quinn's words, he was pleasantly surprised by her current mood. After yesterday's close match and exchanged blows, he was expecting a bit more resentment. Maybe Charlie played a part... he'd have to thank him later. He was glad she was opening up to everyone a bit more, as she redirected attention back to Walltur, he began to blush and crack up. He had a broad grin and was shaking the table with his laughter.

"Stop..." he managed to spit out, giving her foot a return kick, gently of course.

"Definitely better. Definitely. Nice work, man." Mo nodded before tearing off another piece of his banana.

He raised one eye and smirked towards Quinn. "My story? Nothing special. Going through the junior system right now to go pro, gonna try and make it to the show. that's it. Wanna play for my country and shit, you know? I'm not super good at, you know, talking about myself unless it's on the pitch. How about you?"

Walltur listened to Mo, not realizing his goals of being a professional athlete. He wasn't aware that the testing facility would be a possible avenue into the international stage. However, with Vester's pull, he could see him pulling some strings and making things happen for Mo, given that he performs well enough. Walltur nods at him, satisfied with his response.

"Ambitious."

As Quinn spoke up, memories come back to Walltur as she described their recent past. Testing at the facility has been interesting to say the least, but if it wasn't for the company present, the large man would have washed out a long time ago. If nothing else, it was these bonds that push him to actually perform well, maybe giving him a better shot of taking care of those he cared for. He smiled, reached across the table, grasping Quinn's hand and gave it a quick squeeze. Letting his hand fall to the table, he acknowledges Quinn's offer to tell his tale for him. He could trust her to represent him honestly, even if it was between the occasional jest or tease.

"Please."

As Quinn delved into is backstory, Walltur would nod his head intermittently. When she was describing her first meeting, he stifled a low chuckle as his cheeks had turned red. He wasn't used to having his ass kicked, nor giving others the impression anyone could take him down. Relaxing, he remembered how they begged Vester to give her an interview, the sight of the two of them groveling proved enough amusement to Vester to give Quinn a chance. Sighing, he remembered the day she moved into the facility as a good one.

As Quinn went on to describe Walltur personally, he retreated a bit to his notebook. He wasn't sure who had first come to the conclusion of why he had such trouble communicating, but it really cleared things up for him. He also knew that Quinn didn't mean freak in any sort of put down, and viewing others by their character was a trait Walltur appreciated. He leaned back and smiled, satisfied with her description.

"Thanks..."

He realized he had only reacted and didn't really contribute, Walltur turns his attention back to Quinn. She had been in a rather up-beat and sociable mood, even with the earlier animosity towards some of these testers. He shrugged, seeing this as a possible opportunity to capitalize on her good mood. Taking a few minutes, he drew up a quick sketch of Charlie and slid it in front of Quinn. He raised an eyebrow and looked to her with a curious smile.

"Impression?"