the man just continues to
scowl down at the smaller
woman , his cap pulled down
to shadow his face . but his
gaze still manages to find her
rather dull one . 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 .
“ mm , I should have . .
kinda hard when you didn’t
have one , though . . ”
She looks him up and down; there's a certain emptiness in those brown eyes.
`` I'd say you're quite a bit older than me, so I doubt it. But maybe you should have listened to your mother.´´
Almost as soon as he tries
to go for his second draw , the
cigarette is suddenly plucked
from his lips . Snuffed out
under a shoe that certainly
isn’t his own .
“ Tch — who are you , my mother . . ? ” Huffs out a gruff
voice in response .
There's no second guessing when she takes the cigarette from his lips, throwing it on the ground and stomping it out with her foot.
`` No smoking here. Besides, that will kill you. ´´