thiry-sixth cigarette

[november_chill]

Hm. I'd almost forgotten how fragile humans are. Becoming too complacent, I'd think.

I think I might need to go buy more cigarettes.

[OOC: MIRROR NOVEMBER. He's a full-on Contractor again, and just froze an NPC. Side effects are less congeniality and more murderous intent. Not to exceed three doses a day?]

Comments

[par_le_verre]

November.

[november_chill]

In the flesh.

[par_le_verre]

Isn't that normal?

[november_chill]

What? Flesh, or needing cigarettes?

[par_le_verre]

The flesh part. Needing cigarettes varied.

[november_chill]

Then yes, it's quite normal. If only the had Death brand here, it's just not the same.

[par_le_verre]

I have a pack.

[november_chill]

--what are you doing with cigarettes?

[par_le_verre]

I don't smoke, if that's what you're thinking. I just carried them around since then.

[november_chill]

Why would you do something like that?

1/3

[par_le_verre]

I don't know. Perhaps I somehow gained a sense of compassion when you died.

2/3

[par_le_verre]

...

Just kidding.

3/3

[par_le_verre]

But perhaps some form of sentimental value. A reminder as my first failure and because I could no longer keep watch over my friend...Or something like that.

[november_chill]

How sweet. And here I thought Contractors and Dolls had no emotions.

[par_le_verre]

There are anomalies.

[november_chill]

So it would seem. And you're one of them.