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He was rather self-contained - with all the calculating going on in his head constantly, it was as though he were really the dark, mysterious type, though it wasn't altogether the case - he was friendly enough, but private - his personal life was his personal life, and his past was just that, his, and he wasn't eager to share what plagued him. He offered a bit of a smile at that, and set his glass in the sink, concious enough to rinse it out and turn it over in the metal sink. "I bet you've got more than enough brain to go with that pretty face, too." He leaned back against the cupboard, his hands tucked in the pockets of his jeans - he was starting to dry out a little, and he felt much less miserable now that he had the warmth of the alcohol seeping through the depths of his being. --------------------- Name Me: Nikolai Jakob Oliveri.
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