ix. - [ ACCIDENTAL VIDEO ]

[brandedjustice]

[Thick ribbons of smoke recoil and extend, sliding across a desk that has seen some serious battle damage. A drawer hangs preciously from its hinges as plumes of smoke unfurl across the desk. In the thicket of it all, a hand forms, fingers stretching and hover. A pile of rocks teeters in the silvery sea; it is a towering mass without much direction

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[someplacefar]

[So gently. Baw Smoker she was worried!]

Feeling better?

Voice;

[brandedjustice]

[Bawww he feels bad. Kinda.] Slightly.

Voice;

[someplacefar]

That's a relief.

You're much more handsome when you aren't angry.

Voice;

[brandedjustice]

Tsk. Don't flatter me. [Thunk, thunk.]

About earlier - next time I tell you not to come, it's best you don't. Worry about yourself before you gallop off trying to save someone else.

Voice;

[someplacefar]

I'll compliment if I want to, Boss.

You'd be surprised.

Voice;

[brandedjustice]

It won't get you anywhere, you know.

[He grunts.] Oh?

Voice;

[someplacefar]

I've already been where I wanted to be.

Yes. I have a bar code imprinted on me for a reason, Smoker.

Voice;

[brandedjustice]

Where you wanted to be?

Mn. And I am called a monster for a reason as well. Just trust me as your commanding officer.

Voice; fdsfds damn enter key

[someplacefar]

A place where I could understand what happiness is.

Perhaps we have an understanding then? I trust you more than most.

Voice; no problem; and she breaks Smoker's heart, christ

[brandedjustice]

..Happiness huh?

Yes, we have an understanding.

Voice; lmfao she does that to people sometime 8( oops!

[someplacefar]

Isn't that what they call it these days?

We should meet on better terms sometime... It gets a bit lonely in a library.

Voice;

[brandedjustice]

The door is open to the warehouse, brat. Just come inside.

Voice;

[someplacefar]

Oh, don't be so grumpy.

I'll bring something nice.

Voice;

[brandedjustice]

[Is that breath a little laugh? Maybe.] Fine.

[Action]

[someplacefar]

[Succeeding in receiving a small laugh from the man was one thing, getting a smile from him was another. Why ever was her boss so grumpy? Perhaps she'll never know, but she heads over to the warehouses anyways, familiar dutifully flying beside her. He seems to be content with this meeting himself which is surprising, usually he'd chirp in protest.

Carrying a small bag containing a few packages of cigars she enters the warehouse. Glancing about curiously she smiles, yes, they do have an understanding so things should go well. Her familiar perches himself on the warehouse rooftop, on the lookout for anything suspicious, and she trusts that he'll be alright.]

Where oh where has my grumpy boss gone?

Action;

[brandedjustice]

[Smoker has old tobacco clamped in his jaws as he leans back in his chair; it groans as he applies a bit more pressure by digging his heels into the flesh of his battered desk. He sighs, eyes closing because he's just too tired to keep them open. His jacket is missing, allowing his skin to breath as smoke flashes between flesh and logia from time to time.]

[He opens an eye when he hears a sound, though. A small voice, the sound of steps. He scoffs.] Office! [Smoker's voice is like a sledge hammer against glass and it billows into the corridor.]