[ The more he talks about it, the more Nikolai gets the feeling that he's waiting to be asked. But what business is it of his? His brain has limited space, and Nikolai isn't the type to want to know about people for the sake of it. There's useful information, and there's useless ones, and he wonders what the hell is about this new place that has people making small talk with someone with tattoos all over his hands.
He hasn't gotten used to it, really. Even in London, people avoided someone like him. He walks down the streets and even though people keep their heads down and everyone is anonymous, they walk around them. Maybe it's the tattoos. Maybe it's something else.
Then again, everyone here is a soldier. Supposedly.
He shrugs. ]
Don't think seeing will help me find place around here. [ Another drag of the cigarette. ] New place, no directions. [ Though the weather is familiar. ] I see fine.
[ He finishes the cigarette and tosses the butt down to the ground. ]
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He hasn't gotten used to it, really. Even in London, people avoided someone like him. He walks down the streets and even though people keep their heads down and everyone is anonymous, they walk around them. Maybe it's the tattoos. Maybe it's something else.
Then again, everyone here is a soldier. Supposedly.
He shrugs. ]
Don't think seeing will help me find place around here. [ Another drag of the cigarette. ] New place, no directions. [ Though the weather is familiar. ] I see fine.
[ He finishes the cigarette and tosses the butt down to the ground. ]
You got name?