he watched bobby with a faint look of disbelief, the corners of his mouth curling at his self—proclaimed sainthood.
“ right. sure. “
reclaiming the cigarette, he took an unhurried drag, letting the smoke drift lazily between them.
“ done already, 𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛? suit yourself. “
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“ 𝓉hat is the truth— the whole truth and nothing but the truth. i am a saint amongst men. ”
he joked, moving closer to the other and plucking the cigarette from his hands, taking a long-yet quick- drag, before returning it.
“ have the rest, —
he brought the cigarette to his lips, taking a slow drag before exhaling a thin stream of smoke. he rolled it idly between two fingers, huffing out a laugh.
“ a saint, you are, bobby drake. “
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𝓉he smell of smoke in the air eased bobby's racing heart.
“ you know me—— charity is my middle name. ”
of course, it wasn't but he did enjoy handing out cigarettes. especially if one had never smoked before.