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[The communicator is on and resting on a table in front of him. Gilbert's arms are folded and his head is rested against them, nothing at all visible except his unruly waves of hair. In front of him, a curiously untouched pack of cigarettes. After a moment his head lifts and unhappy golden eyes are able to be seen.]
Stupid things...
[Why... why must he love them so much? He's been... tragically good at not smoking much since his conversations involving the whole "and they'll kill you and everyone you love" topic. Sigh. Doesn't mean he's not still very tempted. He is. Extremely.]
How am I supposed to do this anyway? [He sighs.] Does anyone know?
[It's a struggle. He buries his face again and mutters.]
I should just start dinner...
[After all, his little family unit needs to eat. And well, that's the other thing that's on his mind. And that? That's enough so that despite himself, when he lifts his head again, despite the nicotine craving he's smack in the middle of, he looks surprisingly content.]
Stupid things...
[Why... why must he love them so much? He's been... tragically good at not smoking much since his conversations involving the whole "and they'll kill you and everyone you love" topic. Sigh. Doesn't mean he's not still very tempted. He is. Extremely.]
How am I supposed to do this anyway? [He sighs.] Does anyone know?
[It's a struggle. He buries his face again and mutters.]
I should just start dinner...
[After all, his little family unit needs to eat. And well, that's the other thing that's on his mind. And that? That's enough so that despite himself, when he lifts his head again, despite the nicotine craving he's smack in the middle of, he looks surprisingly content.]