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No one told me how good your music is!

[ The scene is a decent camping set up just outside the wall. It's not filthy or unkempt at all. When Yuri says he's technically homeless, he's really more of an excellent camper who's more than used to roughing it in the wild. His device has pulled up a playlist and he's bobbing his head to it, and he's-- not... a bad singer? He's actually having a hell of a time. Repede, his dog, has been kind of circling him near the camp fire. He seems to be antsy. ]

Calm down, whether or not he's okay right now doesn't mean a thing whether or not you worry about it.

[ No context for that. ]

Someone, throw me some music. Anything!
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Anyone not undertaken by the plague want to go out for drinks?

My treat. I should be saving for my own place, but after a few months here, it's time to make some friends.


[ Acquaintances. Whichever. ]