"It's like seventy years old," he said with a snort, watching her stretch her hand at him as if he were offering. He propped his other foot up against the man's arm, lounging on this body comfortably. "There's a lot of shit in this place. The x-ray room even has a table," he widened his eyes as if he were poking fun at her for it not smelling like sunshine and roses.
The smoke filtered between his teeth and his lips, holding the joint in between two fingers for her to take. The fire was about to die out when she put it to her lips so he flicked a new flame on it's in, clicking the lighter closed abruptly when Timothy groaned. He debated on stringing him up with his arms and legs fanned out against the wall, tugging his lip in between his fingers again. There was a design to his projects when he wanted to have a little more fun than just a dead body.