*he huffed, pushing away a random hooker, he really didn't like touching, or affection for that matter*

*he yelled at the bar tender to get him something to drink, his voice was raspy, it honestly soundly like death himself*

*his pale white eyes watched the waitor, no pupils, but his head made sure of the action*

*he jumped, staring at scout* i uh... hi?

*he shrinked away slightly, sipping his drink* y-you need something.

*he grumbled* no one.. really talks to me.