The boy goes quiet, looking none-too-pleased. He's not sure what the balance here is supposed to be. His fingers curl unconsciously on the amulet, and he fidgets it between and around his fingers.
"... I need a smoke."
Yeah, that's really the accumulation of his reply right now.
He glances at the table, eyes catching — laptop. Not that he knows what the hell it is. He mostly just squints. Sue him if he focuses on all the wrong things; his life is crappy, so why not indulge in asking some weirdo a lot of questions? "What's that?"
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Date: 2014-06-04 05:52 am (UTC)"... I need a smoke."
Yeah, that's really the accumulation of his reply right now.
He glances at the table, eyes catching — laptop. Not that he knows what the hell it is. He mostly just squints. Sue him if he focuses on all the wrong things; his life is crappy, so why not indulge in asking some weirdo a lot of questions? "What's that?"