Re: [In-person: Damian/Misha]
The hunter gripped his cigarette between thumb and forefinger, and he moved it away from his lips on the exhale. He looked at this boy, dark and standing there, and he was really hoping that he'd get something looked like answers. He hadn't gotten nowhere with the rockstar's talking, and he was stressed some. Being in this town, nothing good ever did come of it. He wasn't looking for good, but he was the sort of man that was inclined for bad to come quick and without procrastinating. He didn't so much as acknowledge that tut, and he pocketed the lighter after tucking the cigarette back 'tween his lips.
"Why I'm here ain't your concern," he said, his exasperation blooming and showing. This damn town and all its inhabitants were damn pains in the ass, unable to answer any questions posed. "Do I look like I'm married? You're near bad as that idiot," he motioned toward the rockstar and real incredulous. What kind of a damn question was that. "If you ain't going to be a lick of help, then best you just stand in this line and climb on that hay quiet and mindful of me," he warned, dragging a hand back through his greasy hair uselessly, seeing as it came back to rest 'gainst his cheek.