Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Clementine M/Shane A
[Shane smirked a crooked, dry thing from behind the cigarette, filter snagged between his teeth. But, he put the shit out, yeah? No words. Two fingers pinching until there wasn't enough oxygen to keep the tobacco burning, and he replaced the cigarette behind his ear, the taste of it hot on his tongue like ash.
She was pregnant. He hadn't forgotten or whatever, but yeah, he wasn't about to force her to breathe secondhand smoke.
He started walking, moving away from the hanging cloud, and out toward the green waterline, long dead leaves kicked up as he went. His voice was rough as gravel, pitched low against the soft sounds of the lake.] The fuck's got you murderous or whatever?