after the skype call with his sister, he was on the brink of pulling his own hair out. long digits had already pushed into the strands of dark curls multiple times to tug, each tug becoming stronger and stronger. mercy knew how to test him and despite he being quite a few years older, she felt that it were her place to lecture him about school. needless to say he needed a cigarette. his hand pat against the pack that felt like a weight in his jean pocket and the path to the designated smoking section on the deck seemed to get longer with every time he traveled it. the cigarette is already perched between his digits when he arrives and the male relaxes against a wall, shoulders slumping as he takes the cigarette between his lips and lights the end. jade green eyes close as he inhales deeply letting the smoke fill his lungs and releases the smoke into the air with his head angled up out of respect for anyone near him. “i’m going to protest for a smoking area closer to my cabin. this is ridiculous.” milo comments, not necessarily to anyone in general.
