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Drake walked out of his house with a yawn and he stretched his arms up as high as possible. He had already brushed back his dark brown hair and hid it under his black bandanna. His white long-sleeve t-shirt had some rips by the wrist, while his jeans had two large holes right over his knees. Claimed they kept him cool on hot days by better air flow so it didn't bother him. He looked towards Chris and saw the commotion and his shadow sword pointed at someone he didn't know and Skylar leaning on his shoulder with a grin. He walked over as he lit a cigarette, and looked at Skylar.
"Stop being so bubbley when he's clearly serious. Your so oblivious."
He said in a mocking tone, pissing people off was his past-time. He turned his gaze towards the unknown girl and took another drag from his cigarette.
"I'm Drake, the doctor. If you've pissed this guy off, i'd speak up right about now. Its too early for me to stitch someone up."
He yawned as he spoke, Drake normally wasn't up so early but today was different for some odd reasoning.