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He was eventually greeted by the stranger, though there was some pause that Razekiel hardly seemed to notice. When met with his odd, violet eyes, the coyote's smile beamed and he crept closer quickly when the stranger finally began to speak. He had an odd accent to him, a strange manner of speech that was oddly intriguing; Razekiel had, of course, never stopped to realize that his own mannerisms were rather unique to the world around him.
"Totally," the coyote replied, moving hastily to dig a hand into his knapsack. He felt around in it briefly before revealing a half-filled carton of cigarettes; he'd found it some time ago, as he always did. Rummaging through the humans' leftovers always revealed treasures. Razekiel tossed the lighter at the stranger but handed the cigarette carefully, as if the stick itself was made of gold. "So why the frown, brother? Establishment gettin' you down, yeah?"
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