@immobiliter​; FLINT
“Never saw it myself,” Charles’ low, smoke-rough voice broke through the silence just barely. There was a pause before the next step, before the next chapter, and the build-up of energy inside him was making him feel itchy. Already his fingers had drummed a random beat against the table, and he’d pulled a dented coin from his pocket and rolled it over his knuckles back and forth, back and forth. Short of rolling a cigarette and smoking, he was out of ways to distract his mind, and turned instead to the only company he currently kept. He sniffed and looked forward, leaning his hulking weight back in his chair.  “Don’t think a damn soul that watched us all these years saw the day you and I would work together.”
