Jag just held his gaze for a beat, and then nodded. Then he glanced away, and spotted his leather jacket, which he'd left on an chair here. "I need a fag," he stated, and walked over to it to get his pack. He needed a fag, the small cherry that came with it, and to get out of this bloody monkey suit, but that last bit would wait.
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Date: 2015-12-23 11:45 pm (UTC)