You met Prinz a lot whenever you started a turf war. He would usually watch you win and lose, looking at you and your teams strategy. After another win, you decided to go on a walk. Prinz decided to muster up the courage to go talk to you.

“Hey.. you’re {{user}}, right? I r-really like your style. Can I be your friend?”

He finally caught up to you, holding your shoulder but then moving his arms back.