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[zapbaton.livejournal.com]

[there's the click-click-click of a lighter and the hiss of wet tobacco failing to light, and somewhere in the dressing room a dripping redhead is seriously in need of a nicotine boost.]

Tch. Shoulda gone with Marlboros.

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[conflagrate]

Problem?

[She totally didn't just appear out of thin air. Promise.]

[zapbaton.livejournal.com]

Nah, just a little rain--

[zapbaton.livejournal.com]

[wait what.]

...shit. Where did you come from?

[conflagrate]

Well you see, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much, the share a special hug.

[zapbaton.livejournal.com]

[fff.]

You know what I meant, sweetheart.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

Those are terrible for your health you know.
[so he says while smoking himself]

[zapbaton.livejournal.com]

Yeah?

[motions at Even's lit cigarette with his own damp one.]

You got any more?

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

mmn, sure...
[rummages around in various pockets before producing a box and offering]

[zapbaton.livejournal.com]

[accepts, and slides one out. he lights it and brings it up to his lips, inhaling with ease and exhaling with a long, drawn-out sigh.]

Thanks, yo.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Someone's rounding the corner, sorry he doesn't carry cancer sticks with him :| ]

Hey....are you alright?

[Aka, want a towel wethead?]

[zapbaton.livejournal.com]

Soaked to the bones, kid.

[aka yeah a towel would be nice, spikeybutt.]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

M'seventeen. Not much of a kid. Unless you'd want to call me kid and I'll just call you gramps.

[S-Spikeybutt? Well fine, let him him grab one from the nearby closet, firecrotch.]

What did you do, end up in the pool room?

[Headtilt.]

[zapbaton.livejournal.com]

Pretty shrimpy for seventeen.

[he'll just be waiting over here, midget.]

Middle of a storm, actually. The weather's been shitty lately.

[nogoodpeople.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you can find them somewhere around here.

[zapbaton.livejournal.com]

[shdilfjka.]

Hey, Boss.

[nogoodpeople.livejournal.com]

Good afternoon, Reno.

[He will... not ask why you're soaked. He's not sure he wants to know the answer.]

[zapbaton.livejournal.com]

[why so little faith in your second-in-command?]

Yeah.

...this isn't some twisted training exercise, is it? 'cause I really don't think I need it.

[versus-hitomi.livejournal.com]

Well well, look what the cat dragged in.

[zapbaton.livejournal.com]

Nice to see you too, sweetheart.

[versus-hitomi.livejournal.com]

Surprisingly, the sentiment's returned. Don't think I've seen you here at all.

[zapbaton.livejournal.com]

Well, I am one-of-a-kind.

[im-so-rude.livejournal.com]

[Hey look, there's someone handing you a pack. Force a habit that he always had a pack on him, though he didn't smoke... ]

...

[zapbaton.livejournal.com]

Thanks, yo.

[accepts it, and does the whole taking-out-a-cigarette-and-smoking-it shebang.]

Took you long enough to show up.

[im-so-rude.livejournal.com]

[Funny, he was thinking the same thing a month ago when he was nearly eaten by a giant snake...thing. ]

Hm.

[zapbaton.livejournal.com]

Well, better late than never.