[Enjolras is almost halfway through his first cigarette because, really, what is moderation in the face of horrifying clarity and panic? He's about to draw in another long breath before he sees who's calling over to him.
Of course this man would sniff out the secondary vice to be had here.]
No, I...I didn't.
[Yes, thank you Enjolras, the man does have eyes. Mortified, he draws in a breath to give him time to think of an actual bloody answer and tilts his head upward to let out a long exhale, trying to imagine the smoke as tension leaving his body.]
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Of course this man would sniff out the secondary vice to be had here.]
No, I...I didn't.
[Yes, thank you Enjolras, the man does have eyes. Mortified, he draws in a breath to give him time to think of an actual bloody answer and tilts his head upward to let out a long exhale, trying to imagine the smoke as tension leaving his body.]
Just really needed some air I guess.