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whatever. he fishes his pack back out of his pocket, tips a new cigarette out and faces away from her as he places it back between his lips. cups his free hand around it as he flicks a flame to life, inhaling deeply. he swore to god though, if she stamped this one out he was going to be pissed. so luce keeps it between his fingers this time instead of his lips. ———- oh right. groceries. food. he may have spent the last of his savings on some more … recreational items.
❝ uh —— not yet. and you don’t need to look after me, lydia. i’d survived on my own for a while before you came along. i’ll go this afternoon, though, it’s not urgent. ❞
{ a sigh emerged from between red painted lips as she watched him take out another cigarette. perhaps it was time for her to play on the fact that she didn’t want to die from lung cancer either. or maybe, lydia didn’t like this option, it was time to admit defeat and leave luce be. she liked the first option so much more because it suited her purposes and it might be enough to get him to put out the cigarette. }
" I’m sure that my family would be awfully disappointed if I died from lung cancer. “
{ she smiled innocently at him even though she was lying through her pretty white teeth. her family would probably care less– her mother too entrenched in her multiple boyfriends and her father messing around with multiple secretaries. he probably knew that too. but it didn’t hurt to attempt to get her way. }
” Correction: you barely survived without me. How about we go grocery shopping right now so I can make sure that your diet doesn’t only consist of junk food and cigarettes? “