Jean shoved his blade into his sheath roughly. "Pleased to meet you. Also, why haven't we seen you earlier? Are you even part of our squad?" He asked, curious. Jean ran his hand through his short white hair, nervous. "And you should probably go. A whole fucking platoon of vampires is coming to kill me." He sat down. "Wow, that just fully registered." He grinned. "I must be important!" He joked, winking at the others. 
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