I CAN DO PATHETICALLY SHORT TAGS TOO (END)
“Aw, you guys leaving already?” He asked, peering up at Kozue, frown disrupted by the vicious scar carved into the side of his face. Even without it wrecking it, constantly tugging the corner upwards, it was doubtful it would have looked sincere. He hunched forward long enough to dig into his back pocket and find a cigarette, and glanced away long enough to light it.
Then he was grinning around it, cigarette pinched between his teeth and smoke looping up into branches of the tree. “You kids have fun, though, huh?”
Then he leaned back onto the bench and started feeding the ducks the rest of the bread, smoked his cigarette, and pondered the mess he’d just created. He really hoped it would be a good one.