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Approaching the other his nose scrunched up, the scent of alcohol hitting him the closer he got. Although he'd considered doing so more than once, the Rakeeb never drank; alcohol, drugs or anything along such lines merely weakened ones senses, their reaction time and speed and left them vulnerable as well as delusional and reckless. But he understood why some people indulged in such stuff; the need to forget, to feel good for a moment or the wish for a boost in confidence. From his experiences with those who partook in such substances he had come to know and accept that others had their reasons drinking and such, and so he accepted their choices but did not ever join them.
Moving towards the other without concealing his presence in anyway, he stopped just short to where the dark stranger was stood, mimicking his posture slightly by folding his arms too, cocking an questioning eyebrow towards the other, confused by the dark males half smile. He hadn't done anything to please the male, nor had he made a point to welcome nor introduce himself and yet the other had smiled. Strange one he is. Following the others lead, he sat down two paces away from the other, keeping the distance close enough for possible conversation but with enough space between himself and the other so that he felt comfortable. “I don't drink” he responded simply, shaking his head slightly in rejection to the offered bottle and silently watched the other drown himself more in booze.
“I've probably been around here for a year now I guess?” he responded vaguely, not entirely sure of the answer himself, only knowing that he'd spent the last winter within Anathema and with the soon approaching winter he guessed it had roughly been a year now. From the first day he'd entered these lands he had been tied to Anathema and recently he'd been promoted to Rakeeb, and yet he didn't want to return there now, didn't want to be surrounded by memories of him and filled with the knowledge that he could do nothing but wait until Naniko allowed him to seek the filth out and exact his revenge. “So what brought you to Nova Scotia” he asked in an attempt to make conversation, purposely not introducing himself to the other.
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