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His treading ceased, and Silas let his hind quarters fall so that he reclined to his haunches. Though the weather wasn’t terribly warm yet, seeing as how spring was just barely upon them, the youth let his tongue loll from his muzzle lazily as he looked to the tent expectantly. Movement could be heard from inside as the Vexillarius shuffled to move to the opening of his tent. When the cool blue gaze fell on the masked face of his acquaintance, Silas’ maw opened further into a toothy grin. "Razekiel!" It was a pleasant surprise to find the lighthearted stoner camped inside his tented abode. Somehow, the Russian decided that this fit the man – Occasus Promontorium just fit his demeanor.

"Yes, joined zhe ranks and been living in zhe mansion." Instantly the most beautiful image rushed into the youth's head, only deepening the grin already present. It was often that the smallest ideas brought the boy’s mind back to the same image. Those ruby red eyes made his stomach feel weak. "Just decided to do some exploring of zhe lands, yeah? Since zhe shift and all, zhought eet might be a good idea." Even though this area had been part of Inferni before, Silas had never actually wandered this far in the clan’s lands.

"Ees eet zhe same?" He tossed his muzzle, indicating the joint that was held between Razekiel’s teeth. He didn’t recognize the smell right away, but had a feeling this wasn’t the same cigarettes Razekiel had been smoking when Silas had first met him. The scent was sweeter and somehow seemed the cling to the air. It intrigued the youth, though he should have already known what the rolled paper’s contents were. After all, Silas had snuck some of his father’s own cannabis and replaced the tobacco of one of his cigarettes to try. The high he felt has been pretty wonderful, but Silas was smart enough not to take from his father again without asking. Sooner or later the senior Russo would figure out that his stash was diminishing faster than he could smoke it.



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