[ Luke accepts the cigarette with a muttered thanks, his voice sandpapery and quiet, and finds a corner for himself. Putting distance between them but not exactly retreating, because being alone in this moment sounds potentially more crazy making than he wants to fuck with.
He smokes and watches her light up the pamphlet, the flame turning into a longer ribbon of fire. He says, dry as the building she is lighting fires within the vicinity of; ] Smokey's gonna kick your ass.
[ That flicker of humour warms his voice a moment, stamped out in the next moment. ]
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He smokes and watches her light up the pamphlet, the flame turning into a longer ribbon of fire. He says, dry as the building she is lighting fires within the vicinity of; ] Smokey's gonna kick your ass.
[ That flicker of humour warms his voice a moment, stamped out in the next moment. ]