far from the world of you and i

He seemed a bit groggy, sluggish and uncertain about where he was and what he was doing. What was that scent? Was that weed? Nostrils flared as they drank in the delicious scent, languid smile curling across his lips. The male would drop the package of drugs on the ground before bowing politely and speaking. Cynrik would offer a polite nod in return but he would not lift himself, still not quite trusting his legs to support him. An easy shrug would lift his shoulders in response to the intrusion. He was to high to care, didn't especially have any care or attachment to this pack enough to be offended. It was just another temporary home probably. Drago hey? Cyn's head tipped as the male asked his own name and slowly he would clear his throat. God maybe he was more high then he thought? "Cynrik? Cynrik Sovari though most just call me Cyn?" That lopsided, boyish smile would slip onto inky lips as he motioned for the male to join him on his little hilltop, hoping he would bring the weed. "What brings you here Drago?" He would ask conversationally.

Speech!