Luckily, Bastille's chronic patrolling usually meant that no one had to wait too long, if somehow he happened to be the first to stumble upon a stranger on their border. Admittedly those days had become less frequent indeed; he could remember a time when he was always first to the border, by nature of their Clan being so small (it was practically just he and Starry, for a while), but more often than not he showed up now to find that some others had beat him there. Which was fine by him -- he wasn't the best at smalltalk, and tended to give a shitty first impression. Let the friendly ones do the greeting, and all that jazz.

This time, however, it looked like it fell to him. The bengal yawned as he shifted his pace slightly, turning more in this guy's direction to approach idly. [b]"Yo," he supplied, pale blue stare shifting over him for a moment before he nodded, "'m Bast. Did'ya need something?" To the point; joiners never really had anything too interesting to say, and if this guy was just visiting for some other reason, it got to the important part a lot faster.

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