( There's a grimness to him, an amusement tinted with sour, bittersweet notes. A callous resignation, as if all the good of the world has so readily withheld itself from him so far, he is unimpressed to see it fail him once more.
He does not look at the man outright, does not engage him directly. They are known through each other through mere proximity, the Man in Black's hands loitering in his pockets for a moment, seeking out a pipe. He pulls it out, at the last moment, dark flame bursting between fingertips to give it life, before the fire's extinguished.
A few puffs, here and there. Yes, a long night. )
Would be someone else, if it weren't me. I've lived a life. Give a young man a turn. That's how it is, nephew.
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( There's a grimness to him, an amusement tinted with sour, bittersweet notes. A callous resignation, as if all the good of the world has so readily withheld itself from him so far, he is unimpressed to see it fail him once more.
He does not look at the man outright, does not engage him directly. They are known through each other through mere proximity, the Man in Black's hands loitering in his pockets for a moment, seeking out a pipe. He pulls it out, at the last moment, dark flame bursting between fingertips to give it life, before the fire's extinguished.
A few puffs, here and there. Yes, a long night. )
Would be someone else, if it weren't me. I've lived a life. Give a young man a turn. That's how it is, nephew.