<span style="font-size: 15px">Kevice turned his eyes to the door next to him as it creaked open on it's old hinges, Vasyli unsurprisingly enough making his entry with a drink. He himself had already lit the lamp underneath a hollowed well that was filled with a strange, pulpy sap. As it heated up he offered the elf a return on the immense sarcasm, a laugh as his remark, "Not the worst thing in the world! You should see the ones that live in shadier streets. Something like you wouldn't be able to get two legs up those stairs without the wildlife getting all handsy, eh?" It was an issue Kevice never had to deal with when it came to humans and some of their.. more strange fascination with elves. Vasyli looked too much like the posterchild for his people, tall, pretty. Of course there was also brooding, which Kevice didn't even really think of to a literal extent until he saw the elf drinking alone in the evening hours staring at nothing.<br/>
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He took one of the pipe rods from the table and leaned back to enjoy his first, long puff of white smoke. The sap vapors had a heavy bitterness to it, and a sweet aftertaste, while being almost overbearingly grassy, but the succession of the habit alone satisfied him. Tapping a foot against the other idlely, he took in the new questions. "Guess you could call it mixed, but not much no. I was never the normal type, at least in looks. Had the whole problem child thing down to a science though! You can bet on that." He grinned, biting into the mouth of the pipe after his second intake. "Half-elves and all are pretty normal, but not the ones with the teeth and the hair like little old me, eh? Wouldn't be able to tell you why, don't.. really know myself."<br/>
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All Kevice knew is that whatever he got his blood from skipped out before he even learned object permanence. He remembered spending most days harassing other kids and just generally being awful before turning to knifeplay. Not that it wasn't fun of course, but he didn't really expect Vasyli to ever see a childhood like that the way he did. "Probably sounds all sad, don't it? S'all fine, really. None of it matters much, I get all I need out of life in rooms like these." Played off with a laugh, he let out a deep sigh, smoke wafting out of his nostrils.<br/>
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"You could always just go on believing what people like Mathis make me out to be, desert folk and all, big claws and jaws with all the hoarding of silks and jewels. Probably rumors, but it's more than anything I could ever give you." Kevice paused, looking at Vasyli for a moment, and then the drink and cups he brought up with him, "What kind of drink did you get? You know, I'm the one dragging you out to a smokers den in the middle of nowhere but I'd swear you're trying to liquor me up. Isn't this scandal supposed to be my fault?"<br/>
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He seemed all relaxed and carefree, but the sincereness of Vasyli's tone coupled with the curiosity in his words provoked a little anxiety from the half-elf. Kevice's puffs quickened the slightest, and he was eager to switch to a topic that wasn't trying to pry its pretty little hands into his past. As much as he loved to boast and be the center of attention, it wasn't exactly the kind of talk he wanted to attract. Maybe it was a good thing Mathis put his foot in the door all that time ago when he was going around trying to bed anything with long legs and a nice face.<br/>
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"We can trade then? Plenty of pipes for a group of two. They clean the mouth pieces, at least I think.. Smoke for a drink, hm? Sounds like the night of champions." He was anything but stiff, sprawled out on the cushions with a leg lazily crossed over a knee, bouncing lightly as if to sate some tick. The air was starting to get to him, making his head light and his eyes heavy. "Why don't you talk about something more fun anyway? Gossip a little, sure you got all kinds of dirty stories about that human of yours. Lots of anger eh? Vent a little. I <i>love </i>it when all of you get into piss fights."</span>