( hey, there's room enough out here for two — so long as you don't mind a little bit of cigarette smoke wafting in your general direction every once in a while. at the very least, he tries to exhale away from her, both out of some measure of general respect and not wanting to like. aggravate her sinuses or anything.
( since when are you so mindful of where your smoke goes, good sir. sometimes you'd blow it directly into meryl's face if she complained about the smell too much.
at least it always got a laugh out of the old man. )
he watches her again as she makes her way over, observant of the careful way she places her steps — someone used to not wanting to leave traces of where she's been, he thinks, and that makes him curious about her — and he waits until she's answered his question to think about speaking up again, because smalltalk might be just that, but that doesn't mean it has to be meaningless.
not that he's ever cared for it himself, or even been very good at it, but something about her makes him want to try. ) Sounds like you're not really used to that kinda thing. ( another pull from his cigarette, long and slow, and an equally slow exhale. ) Looks like it, too. ( hey, sir. those powers of observation don't have to be on point all the time, do they? )
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( since when are you so mindful of where your smoke goes, good sir. sometimes you'd blow it directly into meryl's face if she complained about the smell too much.
at least it always got a laugh out of the old man. )
he watches her again as she makes her way over, observant of the careful way she places her steps — someone used to not wanting to leave traces of where she's been, he thinks, and that makes him curious about her — and he waits until she's answered his question to think about speaking up again, because smalltalk might be just that, but that doesn't mean it has to be meaningless.
not that he's ever cared for it himself, or even been very good at it, but something about her makes him want to try. ) Sounds like you're not really used to that kinda thing. ( another pull from his cigarette, long and slow, and an equally slow exhale. ) Looks like it, too. ( hey, sir. those powers of observation don't have to be on point all the time, do they? )