Her lips press together in a thin, tight line, but it's only because she's dangerously close to smiling. She feels so much lighter now, and even though her mouth tastes like something died in it she's actually starting to feel hopeful again.
"Do you only allow one try to be good at something in the time you come from, too?" She asks, holding her hand out to demand the cigarette back.
She doesn't really want it back, but now she has something to prove.
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Date: 2016-04-01 06:58 am (UTC)"Do you only allow one try to be good at something in the time you come from, too?" She asks, holding her hand out to demand the cigarette back.
She doesn't really want it back, but now she has something to prove.