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Aᴜɢᴜsᴛɪɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Fɪʀsᴛ, Sᴀɪɴᴛ ᴏғ Pᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ([personal profile] butnotyet) wrote in [community profile] deercountry 2022-06-05 03:57 pm (UTC)

"One might think I should have reason to be concerned about having your blood, in particular, staining my clothing," 'Gus' points out, even as he trails after her, even as he keeps his eyes peeled (... as best he can, in hood and mask) and Lyctoral radar sweeping for signs of anyone he knows, who might recognize his voice — if not his new face — and might wander close to say hello. "Given a distinct lack of wanting to catch fire, on the average day, as it were."

And, well. Here he is, tucked away in an alleyway that's really just more of a crevice between buildings where trash goes to hide from the wind; isn't that what smokers are, anyway, at least to nonsmokers?fuck it, he thinks, somewhere between miserable furious and coldly resigned.

The mask doesn't come off — he isn't stupid, thanks — but given that he's also not particularly keen on even a stranger in a Fall Out Boy shirt staring at his, mmmm, very receding chin, he's also popping a wall squat even while he's unhooking the mask just enough to get a cigarette to his mouth. First the Zippo, then his hand, cupped around his chin, cigarette in between two fingers — sure, this is all perfectly normal smoking behavior. Right?

(Slightly more of his jaw is exposed than he realizes, but MAYBE she won't actually be at the right angle to notice. Unless she drops something, but why would she want to do that, somewhere the cobblestones are so sticky?)

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