[Baptiste's eyes follow the pair of cigarettes with sharp curiosity. From any callouses on Sid's fingers to the color of the inked line on the filters - the man can't help but focus on the little things that make this stranger just who he is. It only made sense to stitch together the full impression of someone piece by little piece.
It nearly has him miss an incredibly important detail: the one where this man flinches as he blindly lights those cigarettes. A curious action - especially for a man who readily had a lighter and smokes on hand. The thought is clipped, as the beautiful glint of the lighter's head cuts the flame out. Baptiste casts a longing gaze at the pocketed combustible before he accepts the smoke.
Wordlessly, Baptiste puts the cigarette to his mouth before working the object into the corner of his mouth.]
You'll clean me off, huh? Light me up, pull me out, rinse me off.... almost sounds like a date.
[Baptiste doesn't wink because he doesn't have to. The tonality of his voice does it all for him as he begins to shift in the trashcan. He reaches his hand out again, looking for a bit of leverage that could pull him out of the bright blue bin he found himself in.]
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The blasé tone of a near-paternal chiding is not lost on Baptiste - and for a moment Baptiste has to wonder if the man was French. He'd heard that same sort of passion from older members of his family years ago.
It nearly has him miss an incredibly important detail: the one where this man flinches as he blindly lights those cigarettes. A curious action - especially for a man who readily had a lighter and smokes on hand. The thought is clipped, as the beautiful glint of the lighter's head cuts the flame out. Baptiste casts a longing gaze at the pocketed combustible before he accepts the smoke.
Wordlessly, Baptiste puts the cigarette to his mouth before working the object into the corner of his mouth.]
You'll clean me off, huh? Light me up, pull me out, rinse me off.... almost sounds like a date.
[Baptiste doesn't wink because he doesn't have to. The tonality of his voice does it all for him as he begins to shift in the trashcan. He reaches his hand out again, looking for a bit of leverage that could pull him out of the bright blue bin he found himself in.]