i licked it so it's mine

james

smoking kills

"Ah, well that is because it wasn't broken to begin with!" The snake chuckled merrily. The fabulous thing about having an entirely crafted and malleable persona was that it didn't hurt much to be insulted. Then again James had lived his entire life being kicked to the curb, forgotten, insulted, and abandoned. The trick wasn't to get stronger like most people think. The real trick was just to curl inwards, channeling all that pressure makes coal into diamonds bullshit, and then just drink your feelings away.

"Oy!" The snake awkwardly caught the apple. But he had decided today's outing was about food more so than anything else, so tucking the apple away the thief merely looked appropriately ruffled at having been insulted. "Lucky for you my social calendar is rather busy these next two days anyhow." He added with a haughty sniff.

Striking a dramatic pose as if he were some battle-general with a sword, the snake deflated at Loren's commentary. Considering he was dressed in a scarf, some netting, and a blanket he'd found in the snow, perhaps it was fair to say he wasn't humble. Homeless, sure. Humble? Well. Maybe not. With a shrug, the snake fished out a cigarette that likely hadn't been rolled with straight tobacco. "Hey, y'haven't got a light, have you?" James asked hopefully, motion towards the cigarette.

but so does love.