[Instantly, his face is harsh again, hands clenching into a fist; the desire to hit something, someone, is near palpable as he mentions being tainted and ill. The cherry at the end glows as he takes in a slow, deep berath, holding it to feel the burn for a few seconds to calm down; when he exhales, he takes the butt out and jams it down on the desk, twisting it out and kicking the chair away.]
Didn't want to... eh? [That notion makes no sense. He's wanted to since the flight in December. He's wanted to since an impromptu strip-show meant to freak him out--which it did, but that's par for the course with any roll with the ex-rocker. He's weird.]
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Didn't want to... eh? [That notion makes no sense. He's wanted to since the flight in December. He's wanted to since an impromptu strip-show meant to freak him out--which it did, but that's par for the course with any roll with the ex-rocker. He's weird.]