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Evan Pen
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What was it like not to get those glances, he wondered, catching the one that the woman aimed at his back as he slunk out after Marcus. He followed -- almost laughing at himself as did so, just because it was beginning to feel a little doglike and, well, he prided himself on independence. Instead, he accepted the pack and pulled out a cigarette, tucking it between his lips and then going about the business of getting his cigarette to light with his nearly-dead lighter. He got a flame going with his hand cupped around it and then inhaled deeply, the drag of nicotine heavy smoke assaulting his throat and lungs. But he eased his craving and he glanced at Marcus... and then did chuckle.
"First timer?" he had to ask. Mostly because he had seen that same momentary look cross the face of so many teenagers who thought they were being cool when they took it. At least this guy had managed to get his to light properly. But it was another question he stopped himself from asking: why was this guy doing it? He wasn't sure and as Altair cradled the cigarette between his index and middle finger on his right hand, he let his mind go over the questions it had for and about this man.
"First timer?" he had to ask. Mostly because he had seen that same momentary look cross the face of so many teenagers who thought they were being cool when they took it. At least this guy had managed to get his to light properly. But it was another question he stopped himself from asking: why was this guy doing it? He wasn't sure and as Altair cradled the cigarette between his index and middle finger on his right hand, he let his mind go over the questions it had for and about this man.