[Theo is fundamentally fucked up, case and point being the little buzz of a thrill he gets from August hinting he doesn't mind him beginning his obsessive little dance routine with him, every step to come to continue to be just as catty and sensual if he has his way. Theo walks toward August, but it's to move aside and look at the mirror, once he wipes it clean with his palm to better look at his own reflection. He combs his hair back, then looks at August with a soft snort.]
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So now it's on me to go find a cig to share?