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He was a good fisher that part was true. The part of being the all-mighty lord of fishing and actually wearing a related last name was total bullshit. Still it wasn't like Finn to admit he was wrong -- every flaw he had really was torturous for him to voice.

Alright, if it's really necessary, he barked while giving one of his ears a twitch, he did not mind giving out his name actually but now that the joke was based on his fake identity he would've preferred the real him to remain anonymus. My name is Finn, he barked while meeting his eyes with his own olive ones.

Once that his companion stepped a bit closer, an idea crossed the silver male's mind. He watched him with interest as the little wires and engines in his brain puffed out steam.