[ Andy looks at Takara out of the corner of her eye — a skeptical sidelong glance. Her cigarette balances precariously between her lips as their turn down ever so slightly into a small frown. Sometimes all she wants to do is fight. She's mean and stubborn like that. But sometimes it all gets defused in an instant like this — and honestly, she's just too old and too tired to keep her teeth sunk in.
Finally, unreadably: ]
It's not a bad face. [ She plucks her cigarette from her mouth, tilting her head away to let the wisps of smoke escape. ] Let's go, before they find some other stupid ImPort shit to rope us all into.
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Finally, unreadably: ]
It's not a bad face. [ She plucks her cigarette from her mouth, tilting her head away to let the wisps of smoke escape. ] Let's go, before they find some other stupid ImPort shit to rope us all into.