[ The sharp inhale of breath at the surprise of seeing her in combination with the Uki smoke, predictably, coaxes a brief round of coughs out of Brickston. He covers his mouth with his fist and turns away from her, the other hand quickly works a small palm sized case from his pocket. Well practiced fingers snuff out his current stick of totally-not-rolled-up-self-produced-Uki on the metal rim and he stashes the rest of it away in the case, presumably for later. With a tiny clack he closes it up and tucks it away, then scoots over on the bench politely. ]
Been better, I'll admit.
[ He gestures loosely to his chest, taking a deep inhale and trying to sit up straighter and more dignified. There's little dignity here, though he smiles for her in spite of it.
The thing about this disease is it's fairly symptomatic. His brow furrows at her little cough, wondering if she's going through the same thing, or coincidentally something very similar. ]
no subject
[ The sharp inhale of breath at the surprise of seeing her in combination with the Uki smoke, predictably, coaxes a brief round of coughs out of Brickston. He covers his mouth with his fist and turns away from her, the other hand quickly works a small palm sized case from his pocket. Well practiced fingers snuff out his current stick of totally-not-rolled-up-self-produced-Uki on the metal rim and he stashes the rest of it away in the case, presumably for later. With a tiny clack he closes it up and tucks it away, then scoots over on the bench politely. ]
Been better, I'll admit.
[ He gestures loosely to his chest, taking a deep inhale and trying to sit up straighter and more dignified. There's little dignity here, though he smiles for her in spite of it.
The thing about this disease is it's fairly symptomatic. His brow furrows at her little cough, wondering if she's going through the same thing, or coincidentally something very similar. ]
...and yourself?