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Lol, ditto for Bane with Cicatrice. The place is overrun with hybrids! IC
In the pocket of the cutoff jeans he wore were his glasses, safe in a case where they would not break, and he pulled these out and put them on as he moved further into the place. It was dark, inside and outside the building, and Bane leaned in towards the shelves, nose almost close enough to touch the bottles. This served two purposes, the first being so that he wouldn't hit his head on the ceiling, and the second so the words on the labels would become clearer. Wine, whiskey, rum, vodka. Like any man, he had his vices.
As he lifted a bottle of scotch from a dusty shelf nearer the back of the store, he felt something twitch in the back of his head, and his ears swivelled towards the front of the store, the broken window through which he had entered. Half-turned, the dark wolf kept the majority of his focus on what he held in his hand, listening and waiting for a sound or a scent that would identify the thing that had stirred the instinct from rest. What he eventually picked up was neutral, a female smell with nothing to accompany it. She appeared soon after, stepping in from the snow and shaking it off her fur. Bane lowered the bottle and smiled in her general direction, adjusting his glasses so he could look at her over them. His eyesight had never been spectacular, and he couldn't see her very well. It was a minor disability he had adjusted to long ago, and he felt no less at ease because of it.
"Hello," he greeted her, polite and mannerly as always. "Might I offer you a drink?" It still intrigued him how the natives would react. Not necessarily to him, or to human artifacts, but virtually everything in general. He had seen many places and yet none were quite as strange as this.
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