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[Cid is in a bit of a grumpy mood, whether or not people notice would really depend on if they were aware he has other moods. Rather than being surrounded by his usual toxic smog, he's surrounded by candy canes!
The reason for this would become obvious if anyone stopped to watch.
Getting out a cigarette, upon Cid attempting to light up, the cigarette turns into a candy cane with a little ribbon tied in a bow at the end. The end result is the candy being flicked aside and an extremely twitchy Cid having a bit of trouble keeping his hands steady enough to drink his goddamn tea.]
What the fuck is this shit?

[[ooc:I apologise for my almost complete flake out on the intro post, that was some fail on my part from trying to play too many people at once.]]

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[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Hiiii aren't you familiar. Weren't you sexier as a woman. :C She does make a grab for the candy, though. ]

I think it'd be easier if you quit.

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

[He almost threw the box at you but curbed the no-nicotine rage to throw the box at the floor instead]
I'll fucking quit when the fuck I feel like it, not when this cock-suckin' donkey fucker room tries to make me.
[watch him fail completely to keep his hands steady enough to sip that tea without it spilling a little]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ She uses a wormhole to let the box fall in it, then let it fall in her hand. ]

How about you get out of the room? I think it'll help.

[ Omnomnom candy cane, and yes she does notice that shaky hand movement. ]

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I meant this whole fucking place, Dressing Room, right? What ever the hell they're calling it- I don't give a shit.
[GROUCH GROUCH GROUCH, RAAAAGE- MAN NEEDS HIS LUNG CANCER DON'T YA KNOW?]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Let's see if it works for me.

[ She moves to step outside, lights it and -- success. C: She is now smoking one of your death sticks, bro. ]

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

[ffff- this is him getting up to snatch for it, note if he manages to touch it, it'll turn into another candy cane]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Mmmmmmoving away. :D ]

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

Give it 'ere damnit.
[going to keep trying to snatch it]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Say please.

[ MMMMMMOVING. ♥ Huff puff. Enjoy the nicotine? ]

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

[twitchity-twitch-twitch]
Please.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ WELL, SINCE HE'S SUCH A GOOD BOY -- she gives it to him. ]

Good boy, Highwind. I knew you had it in you.

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

[He's not about to question you knowing his name and such because OH GOD NICOTINE, HE NEEDS IT... And it turns into another candy cane. Cid blinks once, twice then snaps the candy cane and will be punching a near by wall because it is entirely the walls fault or walls killed his parents or something.]
Fuck! fuck.fuck.fuck.FUCK!

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ She notices -- ]

Ever heard of nicotine gum or patches?

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

Couldn't find any of the bastard things.
Used to have some on me 'cause some fucking kid decided he wanted me t' be his dad or some such shit and kept puttin' out my cigs.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Well, I heard if you ask the dressing room really nicely, it'll give it.

I've seen it happen and all.

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

Bullshit.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

True facts. A Dilan asked, if I'm right.

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

[you have three guesses what he was doing at the twelve hour mark so enjoy the best of general cranky middle aged guy grumbling.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Is he hoping for snow?

She giggles, though, eating some of the candy cane. ♥ ]