[spoiler]>Favorite Junky >*Ehhhhhhh-ing intensifies*[/spoiler] [b]Damien had been doing a good job of laying low recently, keeping to himself. He hadn't found the company of others to he rewarding around here... And he found comfort in his friends... People like his old Omicron unit and Maverick... The same ol' same ol'. When it came down to it... He had been bored, and when he got bored he walked.[/b] [b]He was wearing hot normal get up... Massive fur coat, baggy blue jeans, a red and green t-shirt, two leather gloves, and heavy homemade fur boots. And to top it off, he had his metal jaw and yellow eyes in place... But covering his right ear and horribly scarred right ear was a single black band, rubber perhaps. He looked... Strange... But he didn't really care, enjoying his own unique style.[/b] [b]He had been walking for about two hours, cigarette almost burned through as he came upon Frisky, initially not really taking interest until he saw her own paper roll in her mouth... He hadn't brought his own box of cigs due to poor forethought and could really use another...[/b] [b]His heavy steps padded close, stopping just short of about two meters before his left eye narrowed to a thin slit.[/b] [i]"Hey, would you happen to have any more cigs?"[/i] [b]He asked simply, tossing the remaining ashes from his mouth. He has nearly burned all the way trough the last one...[/b]