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He notes the stranger's striking features when he turns, and for a moment he forgets entirely how to hold a conversation. Um, He says, then swallows. God, he's tired. Alarian. Who are you? It's already an odd exchange — but he doesn't mind odd so much. He'd take anything to forget all that he's left behind, really. His tail swishes lazily behind him, mood lifting a little at the thought of a distraction. Assuming this guy isn't an asshole, anyway.