ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ [ x ] ᴡɪᴛʜ @belxxs
"Wasn't a demand just a question." Noah mutters, shaking his head. Perhaps it had been stupid to even try but honestly, he couldn't come up with anything better either. "Just forget about it, really. I lost my feel for it anyways." He continues, clicking his tongue before getting up. “Save your energy for... whatever.” He steps away from the couch, heading for the nearest window. He knows Belus doesn’t mind him smoking inside but opening the window makes the air less stuffy. So there he is, settling by the windowsill with a cigarette between his lips; inhaling and exhaling poison while blowing off steam.












