( that seems fine, she decides. fair, even, since she just marched into probably his house and announced she's going to turn it into a breathing hazard. she says, )
Okay,
( as if this is some benevolence, nevertheless, slinging her backpack down one arm to rifle through it as she turns on leather-sandaled heel to go back out onto the small porch. it's a remarkably well-stocked pack; if only more of it contents might be as useful as the cigarettes, which are produced in short order (hand-rolled, from a case) alongside a lighter that matches it.
she is not a total animal, so she lights one for him first, offering it back from where she has sat like holding court on (probably) his front steps.
the second one she holds between her teeth while dispassionately holding the corner of her pamphlet into the flame. )
no subject
Okay,
( as if this is some benevolence, nevertheless, slinging her backpack down one arm to rifle through it as she turns on leather-sandaled heel to go back out onto the small porch. it's a remarkably well-stocked pack; if only more of it contents might be as useful as the cigarettes, which are produced in short order (hand-rolled, from a case) alongside a lighter that matches it.
she is not a total animal, so she lights one for him first, offering it back from where she has sat like holding court on (probably) his front steps.
the second one she holds between her teeth while dispassionately holding the corner of her pamphlet into the flame. )