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The man that caused the whole thing gave a nod to Riot not finding his words to speak, and he moved off.

Riot shook his head to himself and let out a sigh, he moved a hand to the table he was by grabbing a bottle. Mentally shruging Riot rose the bottle to his lips as he looked off to the distance at the scene Ander had ran off to.

He couldn't really tell what was going on, but it was obvious no fight had broken out. The bottle fell from his lips, and he let it rest at his side as he started to proll around the camp a little. Not really doing anything, but more or less waiting for Ander to come back with news of what happened...

He still kept a close on the plain pass the laughter and people, towards the Ziods incase somethign was to happen

Hugo slowly ran his finger along the flat of his knife, chewing on his lip. He didn't completely trust these men, but he was hungry...

"Well...? What do you think?" He glanced up, eyes meeting with Fubar's....assumed eyes.

The gryphon turned his head, tipped it from one side to the other, considering. After a moment, it lifted his claws and slowly gave the boy a nudge forward.

"...alright. You keep an eye out." He waited long enough for the zoid to offer a short nod. Reassured, Hugo returned the kitchen knife to his side and slowly stepped his way through the sand towards the camp. The night air tugged at his black-tipped hair, whisping it across his face and over his eyes. Exhaustion coated his features and weighed his step. Still, his eyes blazed silently. An unspoken warning against any deception on the stranger's part.

Hugo glanced over the man as he approached, alert and wary as a buck. The man seemed harmless enough. For the moment. He regarded the man with a short nod and joined his side for the walk back into the camp.

"It's Hugo." He answered simply. Last names weren't something that had been in his culture. Everyone had a name, their name.

He glanced up shortly, eyebrows raising, "Yours?"

Not expecting anyone to approach, let alone throw their arm around his shoulder, Blade jumped a bit as that happened. For a split second, he thought he was being attacked, and nearly went to elbow the other rogue in the face. However, he managed to restrain himself when he realized that this wasn't quite the case.

The scent of alchohol was strong in the man's breath. Between that, the bottle, and the slurred words that came out of the guy, he figured that he was pretty drunk. Not exactly something out of the ordinary here.

"Uh... hey," he started, still feeling the after effects of being caught off guard. Blade wasn't entirely certain if he should go ahead and say what he was looking at, seeing how the other Rogue might not be able to comprehend much in his current drunken state.

"I thought I saw something out there, that's all. Though... you might want to ease up on the booze a little there."

That said, he carefully tried to move out from under the other man's arm, hoping he wouldn't end up knocking the guy over in the process.

The drunk didn't notice any movement by Blade. He made a laugh not knowing what to say to the words as he didn't really understand them in his state.

THough the word 'booze' did stand out to him, alright.

"Booze!?" The drunk let out raising his head with interest, seemingly forgetting he already had some in his hand. He wobbled a little as he found himself on his own feet, not really noticing Blade had moved from his arm as it suddenly dropped.

He was distracted by the strange sudden motion of his arm swinging and hitting at his side for no reason-currently known to him. It caused him to pause and looked at it, with a overly craned head. His chin to his chest.

"huh." He dropped his arm and looked at it and repeated the motion. He Raised his arm and then let it freely drop to his side. Oh! then he remembered the other guy said something about booze!

"Booze, I like boooooze..." He spoke looking back up to Blade not noticing if the man had cared to walk away or not.

There they went again with the multiple names. Hugo shook his head shortly. He'd never quite understand it- what's more is this time, he was allowed to pick which of the names he wanted to address the man by. "Ander." He nodded, settling on the first name that the man had given.

His posture tightened as they entered the main camp. Once more, the boy's eyes darted from one individual to the other. The smell of alcohol filled the air along with the heavy smoke- both from the bonfire and the cigs.

"I did once... I hurt my arm." He frowned, "And I don't know what to do. I've never had to before...where I come from, you ride on the back of the beast, not inside of it."

The drunk man looked up with a pondering gaze as he felt the water spill over his head. He looked around and up at the blurred sky, his hand and plum to the sky.

"hmm, rain?" He spoke and looked around. oh no! the party was going to get soaked! "He threw his arms and turned around to 'warn' everyone.

"It's raining!" He yelled out to the random crowd, leaving Blade to stand there. "Rain guys!"

Riot tilted his head up as the two approached him, he eyes scanned the other and he gaze fell back to Ander.

"Bullshit." Riot spoke raising a eyebrow at Ander's glance., keeping a straight serious face "He's lying to ya kid." The bandit spoke folding his arm, he soon cracked a smirk, showing that he wasn't totally serious-but you never know.