OF THE EARTH.

“Well, if you’re not going to tell me to stop, what incentive do I have to adhere to the reprimanding you’re not going to give me?”

Boy that sentence had a lot of fancy words in it. 

“But I’m right though- you have to be in a good mood or you would’ve just told me to shut up, so come on, what is it? I haven’t been fired, so it’s nothin’ I could have caused it. I can keep a secret. Pinky promise.”

What a nice boss @earthenbled

“No, yeah, I’m doing good too, thanks for asking.”

Despite whatever imaginary conversation he was carrying out with the friendly version of his boss, he does as he’s told.

‘ thanks for what, now? ‘ petrel’s muttering does not go completely unheard, and the chastising glance he spares him is kept brief, if only in exchange for the lighter. it is passed back the instant his cigarette is properly lit. one, slow inhale draws in, and slowly do his shoulders ease down as smokes billows back out, taut expression relaxing.