[ the confusion and incomprehension doesn't wipe itself from his face; if anything, it just ratchets up another degree, incredulity seeping in bit by bit until he finally just gives up trying to process it and takes it as it is, looking down at the gift wrapped in his lap and debating whether or not he really wants to open it. ]
If you're gonna smoke, can you not do it in here? [ if it was his room, he wouldn't care, but he still doesn't really think of it as his. he gets the wrapper off, and freezes at the sight of the message on it, and groans. wow, that isn't passive-aggressive at all. then again, there's nothing passive about her. ]
Seriously? [ he should, he thinks, probably be freaking out more about this, but he's too tired to care right now. ]
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If you're gonna smoke, can you not do it in here? [ if it was his room, he wouldn't care, but he still doesn't really think of it as his. he gets the wrapper off, and freezes at the sight of the message on it, and groans. wow, that isn't passive-aggressive at all. then again, there's nothing passive about her. ]
Seriously? [ he should, he thinks, probably be freaking out more about this, but he's too tired to care right now. ]