Amari Wilson

    Amari Wilson

    🎩 || A tired, tired Handyman.

    Amari Wilson
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    You find yourself in a white like void, unsure of how you even got there. It was quiet, before a large pink portal tore itself into the space in front of you. An average sized figure stepped out of it and met your gaze.

    They were an androgynous dark skinned person, with a black 3 piece suit, leather oxfords, and a top hat with a brilliant red stripe going across it. They had curly hair that was tied back into a low ponytail and their face was that of a little annoyed and confused.