[ Honestly, Drake's seen worse... it's just a wall, not a pool of dried blood or anything. He gets the message with the pin and heads out, since he's not doing anything else right now. He hasn't gotten a job yet or anything, too occupied with other shit. Soon. He's working on it, anyway.
When he gets to the warehouse he doesn't bother sneaking, exactly, but his steps are quiet by nature. He doesn't want to startle someone who's almost certainly an expert fighter so he just slips inside and looks around. He's still dressed in the slightly oversized clothes given to him upon arrival, but it's clear even under that sweatshirt that he's a big guy, broad and muscular.
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When he gets to the warehouse he doesn't bother sneaking, exactly, but his steps are quiet by nature. He doesn't want to startle someone who's almost certainly an expert fighter so he just slips inside and looks around. He's still dressed in the slightly oversized clothes given to him upon arrival, but it's clear even under that sweatshirt that he's a big guy, broad and muscular.
...hmm. ]
Hafid?