[ Sweet embrace of death translates more as 'rank and redolent with ash' for him, nose scrunching up in a combination of disgust and.. nostalgia.
(That's weird, isn't it? He doesn't know anyone who smokes, but there's something strangely familiar, and in itself, almost comfortable about the aroma.
Still, his task as chauffer seems to be coming to a close and there's more refugrees that need his aid. Hands in pockets, he takes a quick scan around the area--flames here and there, the rise of screams in the distance--before turning his attention back to Nailchu. ]
Geeze, I want a shower. Think you'll be okay from here on?
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(That's weird, isn't it? He doesn't know anyone who smokes, but there's something strangely familiar, and in itself, almost comfortable about the aroma.
Still, his task as chauffer seems to be coming to a close and there's more refugrees that need his aid. Hands in pockets, he takes a quick scan around the area--flames here and there, the rise of screams in the distance--before turning his attention back to Nailchu. ]
Geeze, I want a shower. Think you'll be okay from here on?