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Drake didn't take notice that his hair was still laced with soote and ash, and her pinching the smoking residue of my hair out embarrassed him to some degree. "Ah sorry about that! I was up well uh, training all night and morning." He would continue to dust his hair out a bit before pulling the hood back over his head. "Its hard not to burn things when it gets so cold out." He defended, before changing the subject completely, "Your the one that brings in all the food right? do you have any left?" He still struggled to remember her name, guess sleep deprivation has its toll on remembering such things. 

Drake would then take a seat next to her as he glanced at the vampires conversing, assuming that they'd probably talk about the best blood in town or whatever. Fang faces, as Drake liked to call them, weren't exactly his favorites of creatures. He loved savage monsters and creatures of myth with raw power and a wild nature. Though vampires are certainly tough, they're shady and aren't really the type of beasts that Drake appreciates. Though they served entertaining at some points, and fighting a vampire has always been something he wanted to do. Of course rookies like Drake dream of such fantasies, what were the odds he'd ever get to fight with a vampire, let alone defeat one.