"That's littering," Cam said, almost reflexively, when they saw the man spit his joint onto the sand while walking down the beach. It was also a little gross, but Cam was learning to adjust to Caido's standards of hygiene, which, while not as squeaky-clean as home, were not as bad as they'd expected from a world that seemed so far in time behind their own, either. Still, they didn't think littering was usually an active concern for people here, nor had they actually intended to confront this man about it. Turning a bit red, Cam corrected themself, "I mean, it doesn't matter."
Now they felt like they had to add something actually meaningful to the conversation they'd accidentally started, some reason they'd disturbed this man. "I'm not a big smoker, but I didn't think you were supposed to eat those. Did it taste good?"
That was not the cool observation Cam had hoped for. Oh well. Try again next time.
Now they felt like they had to add something actually meaningful to the conversation they'd accidentally started, some reason they'd disturbed this man. "I'm not a big smoker, but I didn't think you were supposed to eat those. Did it taste good?"
That was not the cool observation Cam had hoped for. Oh well. Try again next time.
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