It's like a cloud is cast over the mellow, sunny weather you'd entered the lounge with when his voice grates your ears. Obnoxious as always but somehow simultaneously endearing. You'd only came here for a peaceful smoke and some much needed downtime getting high.

"Oh wow. I can't believe it."

He sports an airiness in his voice as if breathless at the sight of you, shocked to see you actually still come here. Your eyes flick in his direction and when he leans against your table, you can read in his expression that he was eager to simply exist in your presence as he used to.

It wasn't often you came here. Or went out in general. Not with all the sudden disappearances in the city lately. So Scud just so happening to be here when you were, hookah pipe in hand, sent a wave of befuddlement through you.