valleyfolk:
“Mmh.” He’s looking for his lighter and can’t find it. He pats down his jeans, digs his hand into every pocket of his coat, and comes up empty. Before he replies, he takes the cigarette out from between his teeth and pinches it between his index finger and his thumb. “Good, actually. Strangely enough.”
That is kind of strange, she thinks, because Cain said so and Maika likes to think she has nothing else to go on. She has no lighter. This is a spectacle. “Like... did it go down easy?”












