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[whatdiesinside]

Idle hands are the devil's tools; Snafu can feel them itching against the rough catch and drag of new denim on his thighs, trying to scratch it smooth and scratch that--that itch they always have. He's not going to be much use to the devil today, not enough room to pace off the excess energy in the frame of the door. Just the rec room to one side

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[chasinghumanity]

It was the smell of the cigarettes that attracted his attention. The best way for Mitchell to stave off one addiction had been with another, but on the island it wasn't so easy to just pop off to the shop and grab a pack. He had effectively been clean for far too many months to just ignore that smell.

He came in through the kitchen, a cup of coffee clasped in one hand, and grinned when he rounded the corner and saw what was up. "Shit, mate," Mitchell chuckled. "You stuck?"

[whatdiesinside]

Rolling his eyes mistletoe-ward, Snafu blows a line of smoke up at it, closes them against the back draft and doesn't sigh. "Looks that way," he says, settling back against the doorway at a less comfortable, more sullen angle. "Holdin' down the fort for everybody else."

[chasinghumanity]

"Your sacrifice is greatly appreciated," Mitchell replied, smirking. He licked his lips, watching the play of smoke in the air and wondering why these sharp urges for a cigarette only hit him unexpectedly. Addictions made no sense.

He took a sip of his coffee. "You got someone you want to help you out of that mess?"

[whatdiesinside]

"Ain't that picky," he says, thinking of Zelda and how convenient it'd be for her to put in a goddamn appearance, the way she always just shows up when he probably needs her around. "Been here too long to go turnin' people down, be nice to get out before I gotta take a shit." He smiles at that, slow and sharp like it's a joke, but he's had his fill of shitting in public.

[chasinghumanity]

That was colorful but true enough that Mitchell couldn't object to it. The man did have a point. The bluntness of the statement arched his eyebrows up, but only for a second before he smirked in response. "You're not that desperate yet, are ya? Because if that's the case I'm clearin' out now."

[whatdiesinside]

"Not yet," he assures the guy, face relaxing into a mild sort of look that says he'll get to it all in good time, the way he does most everything. Snafu shifts his shoulders against the doorway like he's got a kink, or an itch he can actually scratch, like he's settling himself in for another long while. "Just thinkin' ahead, I'll make sure to warn you when I get desperate."

[chasinghumanity]

There was something off about the kid, but Mitchell couldn't put his finger on it and didn't especially want to. The best way of solving his own problems, he had found, was distraction. He threw himself into something else and paid no mind to the things he could not fix. Whatever was weird with this one didn't bother Mitchell yet, nor concern him enough to compel him to fix him. He just treated him with a mild sort of caution to temper his inclination to like him. Mitchell was inclined to like everybody these days.

"Thanks," he said. "Anything I can do to.. help out?" he asked, as close to offering to kiss him as Mitchell was going to get. Maybe it needed to be done but they didn't need to make a thing about it.