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It was a pretty chilly night but Jason preferred being outside sometimes. Seeing his warm breath materialize as smoke in front of him was almost therapeutic . He was just sitting there, fidgeting with a coat he probably “borrowed” from somewhere, when a man came outside from some establishment. Jason peered up, still sitting on the ground, watching the man as he took out a pack of cigarettes. Jason gazed at him curiously, before smirking. He dug around in his pocket until he found a rusty old lighter. The boy stood up and held the lighter up to the man’s view, still smirking.
“Hey, you give me a cig’ you can use this light?” Jason offered, still smiling cheekily.
Snrrk.
L’uca can’t help but be amused by the sight before him; a ratty kid, all tough and scruff, holding out some shitty rusted lighter to him like a gift. It reminds him a lot of himself at that age, really. Gambling odds and ends for coinage and nicotine from older children in the same shitty situation… it seemed like a lifetime ago, really. Best to save this one from all the maladies and misfortune of an early addiction.
“No thanks, kid. I’m not gonna fumble about with that piece of garbage for 10 minutes trying to get it to catch flame.” He smirks down at Jason, eyes playful. “If you want to get smokes, steal ‘em from some unsuspecting merchant yourself. That’s what I do.”
Clearly, Jason doesn’t seem to mind L’uca smoking near him, so he takes the chance to light his own cigarette, the small flame of his personal lighter warm and orange in the evening air.
“You look chilly.” He comments, a tinge of concern in his voice. He’s sure if this brat is anything like he was, he’s gonna get snapped at for it, but he can’t just stop sympathizing with him on command. “You aught to have a house here, yeah? Surely that’s better than sitting around on the street.”
Maybe Jason wasn’t used to adults standing up for him and refusing to give into his bad habits. It was a bit of a surprise that the man didn’t just hand him a cigarette and instead contested it. Jason huffed, shoving the lighter into his pocket and glaring up at the man.
“Lame.” Jason hunched his shoulders. He wasn’t expecting L’uca to continue the conversation after this but the man showed concern for him. It made the boy stiffen, not wanting to deal with it. He didn’t like getting attached to anyone and if an adult showed any sort of interest, it usually meant that's where it was heading. So he frowned, eyes panning down to the ground.
“I don’t know. I think when I first got here it said something about having a place to stay. But I don’t like it. It’s better out here. I’m used to it.”
