[he digs around in his pocket as he stands, pulls out a cigarette case and a lighter. disrespectfully, he nudges the body with his shoe. it may as well be a piece of trash, flesh blackened and green. rotting flesh never smells good, no matter how many times he's smelled it.]
This thing? [cigarette brought up between his lips, lighter clicking and he takes a long drag, holding it in and shrugging.] No.
[exhaling, smoke pluming up into the air and he's moving to open the passenger door for her.]
You really wanna stay out here and wait for me to do that? Get in the car.
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This thing? [cigarette brought up between his lips, lighter clicking and he takes a long drag, holding it in and shrugging.] No.
[exhaling, smoke pluming up into the air and he's moving to open the passenger door for her.]
You really wanna stay out here and wait for me to do that? Get in the car.