preston rawlings, psychic accountant (ex_clerk820) wrote in rooms,
Re: In Person: Preston/Charles
[Preston had long limbs and hands. He extended two fingers and thumb to pluck the case and lighter out of Charles' offering palm.] I'm overly optimistic. I never have any with me until I need one. It's more expensive than just carrying it around.
[Preston was flashing from thought to thought like a nervous child on his first day at school. He looked from Charles to the sign by the door, and his old fears of school and the torment he'd found there made the air around him thicken with enough choking anxiety that he was surprised he couldn't see it haze around him in the air. Knowing Charles could feel it made it worse. Preston lit a cigarette like it would be taken away if he didn't.]
What happens now?
[Preston sucked in tar, blinked in some surprise at the thick taste of a different brand than he was used to, and ground his teeth down as he exhaled. He offered the case back.]