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Distraction was written with his features, creased brow and deep contemplating eyes that were focused on something off in the distance or perhaps, something unseen to others’ gaze. Raf was the definition of an introvert, in fact, some would even dare to call him a hermit, with his venture out into the world came the probability of meeting those he didn’t wish to. The war between good and evil was none of his business, not anymore, anyways, although he held the wounds to show his dedication towards the winged beauties cause, Rafael had been cast out of their elite group and now lived among the humans and those creatures otherwise determined as swine by the ones he used to fly with.
Finally, after a moment or two of thoughts plaguing his mind, the tall man realized he wasn’t alone in the corner of the brewery he had claimed as his most recent hang out, there were only a few places he would venture to that wasn’t his dreary apartment. His gaze moved over to the person and he nodded, anxiety turning in his stomach some, social interactions weren’t his forte, should he speak? Make some sort of verbal acknowledgement? Perhaps not, but he did anyway, a soft and gruff like tone carried a small ‘hello’ to the other, followed by a small wave.
