his side leaned against the stairs’ railing, his legs jangly and loose for a second before he pulled them up and had them crossed right before him. rubbing the cold tip of his nose, he licked his bottom lip before he placed a cigarette between his, casting studious glares to passerbys until he noticed a familiar face. his throat too busy sucking in the toxins, he nodded at the person with a quirk of a brow as a greeting instead.
she’s unsure whether she’s even allowed to stop at the sight of the all too familiar face belonging to her brother. her dear sibling hadn’t taken well to her even being in london——let alone around him. nonetheless, she’s tugging the worn leather jacket around her slender frame, eyes silently casting down on him momentarily. “ well, long time, no see—i guess. ”
