[Much like Kurapika, Noah is drowning in some sort of indescribable feeling when the saloon door creaks open. Noah lifts his head from where he'd been resting it on the bar, vision swimming, and studies the man who just walked in.
...Right. That's Kurapika. Noah isn't all there, obviously, but he's present enough to wave him over.]
Evening. If you've come for a drink, the bartender's taken off.
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...Right. That's Kurapika. Noah isn't all there, obviously, but he's present enough to wave him over.]
Evening. If you've come for a drink, the bartender's taken off.