« Reply #1 on: April 30, 2018, 08:20:45 PM »
At least the young man had decided to be somewhat of a nice friend and visit the Mancunian. His nose wrinkled as he stepped out of his own abode and he smelled the pollution of the air. Ugh, how awful. It wasn't the rebels he was concerned about for this brief moment, but how awful the earth had been treated and how it reacted to the humans mistreated it. Even though he smoked, he would never do stuff so bad.
The Celt moved, walking with his hands in his pockets, his eyes that held so many memories staring longingly in the distance, when the smell of ashes got his attention. He watched the man take a drag of the cigarette. A soft, almost affectionate smirk appeared on the Captain's maw as he attempted to speak so his accent wasn't too rough. "Ah, I could never like those, cigars are more my style."
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