( a slight flicker of narrowed eyes at that shame, as though he doesn't know whether to believe it or believe that it's feigned: but he doesn't say anything about it. with the type of people that are in this resort, at least as much as he saw at that overextended party, there are surely more that give in to the hedonism rather than fight against it. he doesn't have any particular qualms; people are welcome to live their own lives, indulge in their own vices.
case in point--with permission granted, he puts the cigarette between his lips, snagging his thumb on the lighter. )
They brought a pot. ( he says it quietly, mumbled around the cigarette. ) And breakfast, if you trust it.
( true to his word, there's a cart tucked near one of the walls, and on it are a variety of covered plates, little dishes of butter, jam, syrup, salt; there's a pot of coffee and a pot of what must be juice, though he hadn't poured a glass.
as he takes in a breath, igniting the end of the cigarette, he takes care to at least blow the smoke in the other direction. now that he's awake, it's easier to assess the man beside him: man, or devil, maybe, given those wings, but he won't ask just yet. he's at a disadvantage, information-wise, and while his partner seems amicable enough, that doesn't necessarily mean anything. so, instead: )
Are you from here? Or somewhere else? ( that'll answer his question quicker, as he takes another drag, gently thumbs ash off the end of the cigarette onto the tray that's on the bedside table. ) I don't belong here, so I'm wondering if you're the same.
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case in point--with permission granted, he puts the cigarette between his lips, snagging his thumb on the lighter. )
They brought a pot. ( he says it quietly, mumbled around the cigarette. ) And breakfast, if you trust it.
( true to his word, there's a cart tucked near one of the walls, and on it are a variety of covered plates, little dishes of butter, jam, syrup, salt; there's a pot of coffee and a pot of what must be juice, though he hadn't poured a glass.
as he takes in a breath, igniting the end of the cigarette, he takes care to at least blow the smoke in the other direction. now that he's awake, it's easier to assess the man beside him: man, or devil, maybe, given those wings, but he won't ask just yet. he's at a disadvantage, information-wise, and while his partner seems amicable enough, that doesn't necessarily mean anything. so, instead: )
Are you from here? Or somewhere else? ( that'll answer his question quicker, as he takes another drag, gently thumbs ash off the end of the cigarette onto the tray that's on the bedside table. ) I don't belong here, so I'm wondering if you're the same.