[ Still, despite her lack of complaint, Ladon does his best to direct the smoke from his cigarette away from her. It's just not proper decorum to go breathing smoke on a lady, tobacco or otherwise. Though some of the puffs that curl from his nostrils have a distinct campfire smell instead. His furnace isn't terribly pleased with whatever is making him feel sick.
He shares its anxiety. Dragons don't get sick. Chilled, sure, but nothing like this. He scratches at his chin, thankful to feel stubble there still. ] You ain't botherin' me, doll. Screwy places like this, best you meet as many people as you can, yeah?
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He shares its anxiety. Dragons don't get sick. Chilled, sure, but nothing like this. He scratches at his chin, thankful to feel stubble there still. ] You ain't botherin' me, doll. Screwy places like this, best you meet as many people as you can, yeah?