white is white

“Nah I’m an open book, stranger.” He scoffed. “You can take a look, if you’re feeling naughty.”

“But when you’re surrounded by people who can read you like a book, sometimes you gotta put a padlock on that shit.”

   “ ...No, ta. Can’t imagine I’d find anything useful in there. “

“I just couldn’t keep going, didn’t want to have to deal with the nauseating black pudding smell.”

   “ If that’s all it takes to shut you out, fine by me. “

        “ I feel something poking at me head. “

“You sure you wanna come down to my level there, buddy?”

“I have matches, if that will keep you from pestering me.”

 “ ‘Preciate it, mate. “

“Smoking is a disgusting habit,” Erik muttered in dry amusement as he procured a lighter and his own cigarette case from his jacket before opening his palm and letting the lighert float over. With a subtle turn of his hand, the the cap flipped open and the flame was struck. All the while pulling his own cigarette out.

  “ There are worse addictions. Bugger me, ‘ave you seen those shows where the people eat drywall an’ brush their teeth with their own urine? “

Chester lit his cigarette with the floating lighter and nodded in thanks.