[kavinsky startles slightly. but for a moment, he takes his cue from moonshined, forgetting all his suspicions about her because there's a handsome stranger whose hand is on fire. mind you, if kavinsky knew even the half of it, he'd be much more wary than he is but. well. you know: kavinsky.]
More or less nasty than combusting yourself, man?
[he leans forward, raising his tattooed fingers to the cigarette at his mouth. dipping the tip of it into the flame, and taking a drag. smoke unwinds in the air, fills his lungs. he exhales again. it makes him feel better, even if it's just putting park on an addiction, rather than, you know, solving the massive shit that's piled up now.]
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More or less nasty than combusting yourself, man?
[he leans forward, raising his tattooed fingers to the cigarette at his mouth. dipping the tip of it into the flame, and taking a drag. smoke unwinds in the air, fills his lungs. he exhales again. it makes him feel better, even if it's just putting park on an addiction, rather than, you know, solving the massive shit that's piled up now.]