INSERT DESMOND CONVERSING WITH @reusod
❛ merde , ’ & cue the exhale of exasperation . ❛ putain d'idiot . ’ & with that , desmond pinches the butt of the semi - warped cigarette he’d dropped mid - stride , accidentally stepping on it with a combat booted sole . he assesses it , emerald hues squinting – fuck ! verdict ? the damage was pretty bad . the bud had been crushed to shit . but he wasn’t going to be wasteful , it was his last one after all . pulling it between his teeth , desmond sets the cig ablaze — ❛ what the fuck are we doing here , anyways ? ’ he muses begrudgingly , eyes cast downward as he swept the gravel beneath him with the toe of his boot . ❛ this place looks like a fuckin’ slum . ’ he exhales , white tendrils of smoke casting before him as he spoke , ❛ it stinks , too . c'est dégoutant . ’
