[ A breath through his teeth, low and reedy. Acquiescence? Maybe. Or maybe he's just tired— that's possible too.
There aren't many words he can draw on to articulate his misgivings, but then again, he doesn't need to. Voicing them wouldn't be particularly helpful, and it'd only sour the mood.
He reaches into his pocket. Takes out his e-cig (yeah, yeah). ]
True. [ Smoke drifts between his lips, serpentine. ] —Got a question for you, actually.
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There aren't many words he can draw on to articulate his misgivings, but then again, he doesn't need to. Voicing them wouldn't be particularly helpful, and it'd only sour the mood.
He reaches into his pocket. Takes out his e-cig (yeah, yeah). ]
True. [ Smoke drifts between his lips, serpentine. ] —Got a question for you, actually.