Zeke paused with his water bottle an inch from his lips and blinked curiously at Melvin as he wandered over and took his coat off, summoning his weapon, and offered a greeting. "Hey yourself." He remembered him from the library, the poor guy he'd found sleeping on a pile of books. He'd been utterly exhausted at the time, and Zeke wouldn't have been surprised if the other guy didn't remember him.
The presence of the weapon lead the Mist to believe it was a spar Melvin was shooting for, and if that was the case, Zeke accepted. He set the water bottle on the dummy's head, hooking fingers under the chain of his weapon that was currently hanging over his shoulder, running his hand down the length of it until he reached the handle.
"Fall asleep on any books lately?" Lips twitched, flashing white teeth in a slightly needling grin.
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