#while he smokes

[heartsoap-moved]

venon skmake expect the Hannah barbers. Stumbling

anytime he smokes the hamster dance starts playing

[sibilus-blog]

It wasn't often anymore that he wandered into more dangerous parts of town after dark -- there was no purpose to it, after all, he'd had friends in low places in America but here he mostly had people he'd pissed off by interfering at the wrong time. But he was well aware that he was on the edge of one of those rocky areas now, brought here by an errand that had lasted too long. It was just the edge though, and he had some time to waste. As retreating needlessly had never been in his blood, he found himself perfectly comfortable leaning against a wall near a streetlamp, tapping a cigarette out of a near-untouched pack and lighting it up.