( Hand coming down, he wipes the blood off on his pants at his hip and eyes the lost boys looking guy before he mumbles something right back. )
Wouldn't be the first time.
( That he's died or someone hasn't cared? Who's to say.
Breath on his lips, he twists — presses his back against the wall there and coughs into his fist again. Not as bad as the fit that'd attacked him a few moments ago, easy enough to shrug off, which he does, head tipping back after.
That's when his gaze wanders over to the cigarette the guy has there for himself — watches the way the smoke leaves his lips and drifts into the air before he's turning some towards him, shoulder pressing against the wall now. )
Wouldn't happen to have another one of those on you, would you?
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Wouldn't be the first time.
( That he's died or someone hasn't cared? Who's to say.
Breath on his lips, he twists — presses his back against the wall there and coughs into his fist again. Not as bad as the fit that'd attacked him a few moments ago, easy enough to shrug off, which he does, head tipping back after.
That's when his gaze wanders over to the cigarette the guy has there for himself — watches the way the smoke leaves his lips and drifts into the air before he's turning some towards him, shoulder pressing against the wall now. )
Wouldn't happen to have another one of those on you, would you?