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[un_beau_coquin]

 [Spy is craving smokes and he's craving them bad. There are some in his bedside drawer at home, but from all he's heard, he's afraid to look at them.

To try and suppress his twitching, Spy has decided to go on a walk. The clean air around him is nothing like the nicotine he craves, but he supposes it wouldn't be too bad to try and quit now, right

Comments

B

[ooeeooahah]

[ Swearing in French? Yeah, she knows those words. ]

[ Ilsa sits next to him at the table, dropping a pamphlet and a map on the table and sliding them over to him before settling in to study the latest in the series of her survey of Books Available to Women in Mayfield. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[He twitches when someone dares to approach him, his eyes wider than they should be.]

Excusez-moi...? Erm, M-Mademoiselle, I--

[He stops himself when he notices something pushed in his direction. Oh. Well. He picks up the pamphlet with shaking hands and tries to read the moving lines.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Just reading, here... and taking notes. ]

[ From her expression, she's not that impressed with the Mayfield edition of the Encyclopedia of Cleaning, Volume S. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

Merde. [He can't read it; it's shaking too much. Trying to keep the movement to a minimum, he takes a deep breath and drops the pamphlet to look at the map. There are a few recreational places he didn't know about previously. Great. The quaint town is even quaint-er.]

B.

[justdumbluck]

[Firo has never been much of a library person, but he's desperate for information. The virtues of libraries have been extolled to him before, and he reluctantly decides that it's the place to go if he wants information.

However, this particular library has more interesting things than books, one of which is the rather perturbed man fumbling the poor things all over the place. Firo wanders on over.]

Hey, pal, you okay?

[un_beau_coquin]

[He nearly jumps right out of his skin at the sound of a voice addressing him.]

M-Moi? Es-tu parles à moi?

[justdumbluck]

[He raises an eyebrow as the guy spouts words from an unfamiliar language.]

Uh... What? I don't speak... whatever it is you're speakin'.

[un_beau_coquin]

[He shakes his head as if to clear it.]

Apologies, Monsieur. I-- am simply stressed, you see. [He smooths down the front of his vest, trying to keep the tremors out of his hand and voice.]

A

[sanctusdei]

[There's a young guy passing you in the street, tossing down a finished cigarette and immediately lighting up another as he goes. He accidentally bumps shoulders with Spy, but doesn't stop to apologize, just to frown at him and keep walking.]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Have some staring. A lot of staring. His fingers shake, just a bit, but he suppresses the movement and turns to snap at the man.]

Excusez-moi, monsieur, you should watch where you are going.

[sanctusdei]

[He turns to glare at the man. Someone is cranky today.]

Christ. It's not like that hurt or something.

[un_beau_coquin]

[He holds up his chin.] It is sound advice nonezheless, non? It would do you well to be more aware of your surroundings.

[un_beau_coquin]

[He twitches, his shoulders tensing immediately.]

Mon dieu, is it zhat obvious? [He's trying his best not to glare. Quitting smoking, what is that.]

[un_beau_coquin]

[His eyes twitch and he scrambles to snatch the box out of Sniper's hands. He fumbles with the box, itching to open it but knowing it would be no use without a lighter.]

Wh-Where did you get zhis?