( @skylarwedwards )
if there was one thing blaine wasn’t completely proud of, it was his penchant for smoking. truth be told, he doesn’t look like the type of person who’d smoke-- but hey, life has its ways. and with his situation right now, well, it warranted him the chance to smoke like a truck driver. he’s right outside of five stars cinema, leaning against the rather grimy wall, having just finished his shift. he ignores the dirty looks being thrown his way by some conservative grandmas (as he likes to call them), and continues to drag in a lungful of air, before releasing it with a long, dragging exhale. he’s silent as he watches the smoke move away, mouth set into a frown.
he notices a familiar figure out of the corner of his eyes, and he looks away from the smoke and faces-- well, of course it would be skylar, of all the people he needed to see. his lips twist into a sardonic grin, and it’s probably stupidity-- maybe recklessness, or maybe it was the effect of having wasted three sticks just before or maybe it was the fact that his mother could fucking die any moment now-- but he calls out towards the other man, god fucking knows why. “wow, aren’t you just the person i wanted to see today,” he says, not unkindly, but-- not kindly, either. he takes one last drag from his cigarette, before tossing it on the ground, fully facing skylar. “really, your face is such a blessing for a mere mortal like me to see,” he raises a brow, “i didn’t know someone like you would even go to this part of the town.”
