[ yeah, seems about right. he's also got a matchbook, so he'll strike one for her - holding it out. his emotions are ... bad. but muted, detached. the pressure cooker sensation of packing every feeling he has about this away to deal with at some other time. or possibly never. ]
[Bless him. Truly. She cradles it between her fingers, but it's clumsy form. The smoke is more refined than Pinocchio's cigars, needling at her nostrils. She watches the embers swell at its tip.]
Luke grated me. Too much trying to be kind, too much trying in general. Others seemed to like him. [ rude! don't speak ill of the dead. ] Dahut seemed genuine. How well can you say you know someone after a week?
She can't say that she agrees with the assessment of Luke. He'd been very patient with her, and he was affable. No underhandedness that she sensed, and if he was trying too hard it probably meant he wanted to right by people.
And Dahut, yes. Hard to see an ounce of subterfuge in that boy.]
Well. Dahut came here with Scien. I was wondering if Luke came with anyone.
[She puts the cigarette to her lips and breathes in.]
If I still had some spells, I could? [Peanut might not have been in the room when Luke passed, but maybe she witnessed other things.] As it is, I'd rather she not turn up hurt, or get taken away somewhere. She was really attached to him, she'll probably be lonely.
[And it's this thought that finally ekes a tear from her. Rosamund sniffs quick, wipes it, and tries the smoke a second time. It's more graceful than the first, but she still tapers off on an asthmatic trickle.]
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Rosamund plucks a cigarette from the box. She takes a shaky breath.]
Thank you.
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Doesn't make sense.
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What has, so far?
[She purses her lips.]
Did you know them well?
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Luke grated me. Too much trying to be kind, too much trying in general. Others seemed to like him. [ rude! don't speak ill of the dead. ] Dahut seemed genuine. How well can you say you know someone after a week?
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She can't say that she agrees with the assessment of Luke. He'd been very patient with her, and he was affable. No underhandedness that she sensed, and if he was trying too hard it probably meant he wanted to right by people.
And Dahut, yes. Hard to see an ounce of subterfuge in that boy.]
Well. Dahut came here with Scien. I was wondering if Luke came with anyone.
[She puts the cigarette to her lips and breathes in.]
hu-KAAF-KAFF-KAFF—
[SWEET JESUS]
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Try to breath, lass. [ he looks at the pack. ] These aren't even the cheap kind that'll try to kill you.
As for Luke, no one else matches his profile. Think he's all alone.
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H-how does Pinocchio do this?
[Then again, he doesn't have lungs. She gets herself back under control, fist to her mouth in case she starts up again.]
No, he had his bird. Peanut. I...I haven't seen her, either.
[will there be a third body.....................]
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he blinks, because he actually didn't think about the bird, but, you know. good point. ]
Planning on questioning it ... ?
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If I still had some spells, I could? [Peanut might not have been in the room when Luke passed, but maybe she witnessed other things.] As it is, I'd rather she not turn up hurt, or get taken away somewhere. She was really attached to him, she'll probably be lonely.
[And it's this thought that finally ekes a tear from her. Rosamund sniffs quick, wipes it, and tries the smoke a second time. It's more graceful than the first, but she still tapers off on an asthmatic trickle.]