[ she's content to watch him work, her own doll already mostly done save for a few more stabilizing rounds of thread, but at his offer she's left to eye the cigar bobbing from that half-smirk of his with a contemplative hum. ]
How bad can your cooties be?
[ the cigar in her own hand is still perfectly fine, and should be lit soon anyway after she'd just clipped it, but something about his casual offer has her considering an option she would not have otherwise even imagined. she plucks the corona from his lips, politely turning her head aside to take a few puffs.
she watches the cloud of smoke dissipate into the artificial winter air when a sudden thought strikes her — a recollection of a late morning wandering back to her room, rubbing exhaustion out of her eyes to make out the neat scrawl of a hidden poet. ]
I liked the poem, by the way. [ she looks back to watch any careful shift of his expression. it's a little easier now, seated as they are, close as they are, his head bowed just so in concentration. ] It was beautiful.
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How bad can your cooties be?
[ the cigar in her own hand is still perfectly fine, and should be lit soon anyway after she'd just clipped it, but something about his casual offer has her considering an option she would not have otherwise even imagined. she plucks the corona from his lips, politely turning her head aside to take a few puffs.
she watches the cloud of smoke dissipate into the artificial winter air when a sudden thought strikes her — a recollection of a late morning wandering back to her room, rubbing exhaustion out of her eyes to make out the neat scrawl of a hidden poet. ]
I liked the poem, by the way. [ she looks back to watch any careful shift of his expression. it's a little easier now, seated as they are, close as they are, his head bowed just so in concentration. ] It was beautiful.