[ it isn't as if he necessarily expected privacy here. the station isn't exactly built for having some time to one's self aside from staying cooped up in the room. and though he's since changed his room assignment (on account of who his previous roommate happens to be), it's not like it takes much for people to track him down if they want to find him.
to be found by mal isn't the worst of possibilities, especially since enough time on the network had led him towards realizing they shared plenty of the same frustrations. and shared minds within this group is something he's really needed these days.
with the question, he takes another hit from the joint, breathing in deep with a light flutter of his lashes before he breaths out again, a light satisfied groan in his throat. ]
The good kind. [ he gives a subtle smirk, holding it up. ] Want a hit?
There's a good kind? [ mal's not worldly enough to have experienced the different varieties. tobacco is tobacco, cheap and yet a hot commodity between soldiers.
if there's anything better out there, it hasn't touched his lips.
he shrugs his shoulders and then nods. the smirk tells him there's more to it, something worth experimenting with. mal reaches out to take the offered cigarette. ] If you're sharing, yeah. Smoking sounds better than dealing with... [ he trails off, considers it. plenty of people have been annoying him, pissing him off since they got back. before, even. ] People, actually.
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to be found by mal isn't the worst of possibilities, especially since enough time on the network had led him towards realizing they shared plenty of the same frustrations. and shared minds within this group is something he's really needed these days.
with the question, he takes another hit from the joint, breathing in deep with a light flutter of his lashes before he breaths out again, a light satisfied groan in his throat. ]
The good kind. [ he gives a subtle smirk, holding it up. ] Want a hit?
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if there's anything better out there, it hasn't touched his lips.
he shrugs his shoulders and then nods. the smirk tells him there's more to it, something worth experimenting with. mal reaches out to take the offered cigarette. ] If you're sharing, yeah. Smoking sounds better than dealing with... [ he trails off, considers it. plenty of people have been annoying him, pissing him off since they got back. before, even. ] People, actually.