i'm the kind of human wreckage that you love
The puff of smoke that's sent his way is incredibly enticing. Maybe he should've buttered her up some first to secure the new pack of cigarettes. Then again, he could always pick her pocket later and hope to not get a knife in his back. He ignored her laugh and taunts with a glare, tossing his satchel on the ground next to the chair.
Graciously enough, the pack is tossed his way anyway, he took them and flipped it over. The package itself was blank, but one whiff brought forth that sweet scent he'd noticed from Aurelia's smoke. "What's in these?" he asked, but he'd already pulled one out to light it. There was always the chance that it was poisoned and she'd returned to rid her house of the vermin, but she'd had plenty a chance to kill him before, now seemed a weird time to do it.
He sat back down in the chair, leaning back precariously, long legs rocking the chair, "Eh," came his grunted reply, "how was your boat?"
Graciously enough, the pack is tossed his way anyway, he took them and flipped it over. The package itself was blank, but one whiff brought forth that sweet scent he'd noticed from Aurelia's smoke. "What's in these?" he asked, but he'd already pulled one out to light it. There was always the chance that it was poisoned and she'd returned to rid her house of the vermin, but she'd had plenty a chance to kill him before, now seemed a weird time to do it.
He sat back down in the chair, leaning back precariously, long legs rocking the chair, "Eh," came his grunted reply, "how was your boat?"
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