cigarette daydreams

She reassured him with a faint smile, and he felt a bit better. Her own concern soon followed after, and he was surprised. How could anyone care about that? It wasn’t like he belonged here more than anyone else (although in another situation, he might’ve very well thought the opposite), so why ought she worry about bothering him in his little selected space? He never gave much consideration to strangers, so receiving such from someone else was an odd notion. He shook his head, ”Nope. Nothing important going on here.”

He blinked, briefly watching as she went to take a drink of water. After she finished, she’d introduce herself, and the pale brute began to feel more comfortable. ”Svetovid,” he dipped his head slightly. The stiff neutrality on his harsh features began to seep away, giving way to faint interest. ”You live around here?” he asked, shifting his weight where he sat. The question came easier, although the increasing ease of conversation went unnoticed by Svetovid.