( now that gets her to snort, her laugh bubbly despite herself. he still finds that ridiculous huh? boy, he clearly hasn't been friends with her long enough. )
Shame.
( there's no heat to it, no expectation, just a scripted jab for the sake of a bit.
the cigarette is handed over without a fuss, and he even has the thought to light it for her despite her predilection for fire. not that he has any way of knowing at this point, but she does raise a hand to help shield the flickering flame and bolsters it just a touch with a cantrip to keep it from dying in the wind.
then he asks if she's alright, and the drag she takes is just a little longer than she planned on. )
The trade was for a fix for your scuffed up knee and cheek, actually.
( a deflection? maybe so. but he does look like he could use it more than her. )
no subject
Shame.
( there's no heat to it, no expectation, just a scripted jab for the sake of a bit.
the cigarette is handed over without a fuss, and he even has the thought to light it for her despite her predilection for fire. not that he has any way of knowing at this point, but she does raise a hand to help shield the flickering flame and bolsters it just a touch with a cantrip to keep it from dying in the wind.
then he asks if she's alright, and the drag she takes is just a little longer than she planned on. )
The trade was for a fix for your scuffed up knee and cheek, actually.
( a deflection? maybe so. but he does look like he could use it more than her. )