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“Jesus fuck Silas. Warn a man before sneakin up on him.” he panted with an exasperated tone, causing the corners of Slick’s soft lips twitch upward on his black shelled face before turning into a soft frown once more. “Dulio, you almost never play that tune unless somethin’s up. Wanna talk?” came the Greek’s reply. Droog shook his head, “No. There is nothing to talk about.” he replied curtly, trying to dissuade the subject before it ended in tears falling from his eyes. Nobody knew of Droog’s birthday or what happened on it, or why he never celebrated it. They’d all asked, but he easily evaded their questions and managed to change the subject too.