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[tombtaker]

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[expiries]

...Should you be smoking in here, Mr. Tavelle?

[does not sit down]

[tombtaker]

If there's a potential to get my heart ripped out of my body or my head smashed in with a hammer in a few short hours, then, aye, I think I should be smoking anywhere I like.

[expiries]

[




you know what that's fair. his pacing is intensifying due to the reminder though.]

I see.

[tombtaker]

[ yeah that's fair too. ]

You'll just exhaust yourself if you have to run anywhere, friend.

[expiries]

An hour of walking won't matter either way.

[but that does make sense despite his protest, so he's going to sit down somewhere.]

[inquired]

You're going to stress him out even worse.

[tombtaker]

[ taking a long draw of the cigarette. ]

Is that so ...

[inquired]

Have to find your kicks somehow, I suppose.

[expiries]

I'm fine, Mr. Mistral.

[inquired]

[ watching him pace. (x) doubt ]

Are you ever, actually....?

[ (affectionate) ]

[expiries]

I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.

[convincing]

[inquired]

Alright.

[ (x) doubt ]