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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]

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.]