Re: Outside: Clementine & Rudy
She was young, her skin smooth and her smile charming. But, for all that sweetness, lilac maybe—or lavender, there was something about her that felt—unfriendly. Or... something. Rudy didn't care to put his finger on it precisely, he just knew it was there, like a rabbit's tremulous heartbeat underground. Smoke curling in white fingers, he peered through the veil escaping from lips and teeth at the girl.—He had stopped walking when she came up to him, but he continued now, a plod made slow, a little bow-legged, thumb on his bottom lip, cigarette still burning.
"I don't think it matters if I mind." There was a near laugh, gravel-low, and the words were said with some amusement. Rudy didn't like being around people much, but he knew how to read them, from pheromones to the things they said with their smiles.—He hadn't been to town, not in a few weeks, and the coolness of isolation and of the forest was thick around him, mingling with all that acrid smoke. That said, he still knew the social script, as resentful as he was to be forced into it. "I can do without the old women yelling." He crushed the filter of his cigarette between his teeth and glowered. "Can I buy you a drink?"