[ She takes the cigarette, eyes hooding by way of 'thank you'. Her hands are clean but each nail has a fine grey crescent beneath them, and they're ragged at the edges. There'd been only a slight warming up around the freckles at casual talk of porn and ugly partners, but when it comes to casual obscenities, she has worse friends than Kavinsky. Probably. Maybe.
It's just he's not a friend. But she will share a cigarette, taking a modest draw, holding onto it in her chest before sighing it out. Nerves calming. One last nip before offering it back.
She sits knees together, and with terrible posture. ]
He said sarcastically, [ she says, a touch of whimsy in her tone. The volume of her voice only barely makes it over the top of city noise ambience. ]
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It's just he's not a friend. But she will share a cigarette, taking a modest draw, holding onto it in her chest before sighing it out. Nerves calming. One last nip before offering it back.
She sits knees together, and with terrible posture. ]
He said sarcastically, [ she says, a touch of whimsy in her tone. The volume of her voice only barely makes it over the top of city noise ambience. ]