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"Thanks!" Yes, Mitchell certainly felt better after he had a little smoke in him and a cigarette was the best gesturing prop around. He milled about while standing still, sort of bending at the waist, nodding at the ground, and doing all the things smokers do while trying not to exhale too soon. "Now you're right. It is a holiday for the scantily dressed, drunken masses, but it's also my night off."
And he didn't want to be around so much fake blood. Or any blood. No blood at all. He promised Annie, he promised himself. He was trying to be responsible for once and actually keep those promises.
"So listen-- Can you take whatever it is you're doing a few blocks over in that direction?" He gestured with his cigarette. "This is just my spot and there was already an incident here not too long ago. Trying to keep a low profile, yanno?"
"Thanks!" Yes, Mitchell certainly felt better after he had a little smoke in him and a cigarette was the best gesturing prop around. He milled about while standing still, sort of bending at the waist, nodding at the ground, and doing all the things smokers do while trying not to exhale too soon. "Now you're right. It is a holiday for the scantily dressed, drunken masses, but it's also my night off."
And he didn't want to be around so much fake blood. Or any blood. No blood at all. He promised Annie, he promised himself. He was trying to be responsible for once and actually keep those promises.
"So listen-- Can you take whatever it is you're doing a few blocks over in that direction?" He gestured with his cigarette. "This is just my spot and there was already an incident here not too long ago. Trying to keep a low profile, yanno?"
