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[emperor_cowboy]

[So there you go Mayfield.... you have Hol Horse in a mood that he does not quite understand. He's been far too much of a hermit... even to his own "family"! In fact, the fellow goes to work without so much as a word, and comes home... and spends as much time alone as he can.

Is he plotting? Is he upset? One can't really say, no one's really confronted him about it.

So today, one can find him, sitting on the curb of the street in front of his house, smoking a cigarette... feel free to talk to him, or calmly pass on by should you come across the fellow.]

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[rogue-crow.livejournal.com]

[Zevran's slowly starting to resume a more sociable routine again, so today finds him out and walking around. Still in nothing but his armor, which doesn't offer the best winter coverage...but he tromped around the Frostback Mountains like this, so he can take it. He's not exactly enjoying it, but he can take it. And he'll be damned if he doesn't fully enjoy the armor so recently returned to him.

He does pause when he spots the man sitting silently on the curb. It's strange to see someone just sitting outside doing nothing on a day as cold as this. But more than that, there's something about his demeanor...Zevran feels a twinge of inexplicable camaraderie. It's enough to make him speak up, anyway.] Why sit out here in the cold, my friend?

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

[Hol was far too interested in his cigarette to pay too much attention to the cold... well to a point. He was nearly done and flicked it to the street. Yet being done with his little death stick, he actually started up a new one.

...

That's when he noticed the newcomer.]

Hm? I'm smoking... and "friend"? Sorry but can't say I know ya that well, stranger.

[rogue-crow.livejournal.com]

As I don't yet know your name, 'friend' will have to do for now. [Zevran grins.] Consider it optimism, if you like.

Still, it is a cold place for a smoke. And you seem quite distracted in any case.

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

[He considered the words of optimism for a moment, before taking another drag.]

Alrighty. The name's Hol Horse, and the only reason I'm sittin' out here is the smoke would stink up the house.

[rogue-crow.livejournal.com]

[Zevran crouches down a bit, quirking an eyebrow at the unusual name.] I see...well, my name is Zevran. Zev, to my friends. [There's that optimism again~] And that may explain the location, but you haven't explained the distraction.

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

[He can only chuckle as he glances over towards this fellow. Shaking his head he takes another inhale of smoke before casually puffing it off to the side.]

Zevren, eh? Ya really think I'm distracted? Quite the assumption I must say.

[rogue-crow.livejournal.com]

You might say that I recognize the look. Come now, what possible harm could come of telling me?

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

[He was never one to brood too long, he may just be stressed with actually having to stay in one spot too long. It's hard to say!]

Well, ya might say I'm one of the lone ranger types. This home life thing is gettin' to me.

[He's going to finish that cigarette now.]