#// telling russell ur name is like telling ur name to the fae fyi /j /j

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[ @justaradioguy​ ]

Fuery breathed a sigh of relief when the kid turned out not to be hostile.

People generally hated the military, and that included him, unfortunately. It was insanely lucky that he'd found a place to ride out the storm in, and later he might go thanking whatever higher power granted him the luck.

"Oh, really?" he asked, only to seem reluctant... even if he was desperate. "Thank you so much. I'll find a way to repay the favor if you'd like."

Maybe this situation wasn't as bad as it previously seemed. It'd give Fuery a much-needed break from the monotony of his life, and plus this kid didn't seem like awful company himself.

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Russell supplied a nonchalant shrug. “Don’t worry about it. You’re just some guy and chances are I won’t see you after this. So.”

He took one final pull from his pipe, the cherry lighting up his lower face in shades of red; and as the smoke filtered out, he held the pipe just off the porch so the bowl caught some of the rain water that dripped down the awning. The embers spluttered and died. 

(No smoking in the house. Period.)

When he glanced back at Kain, he wore a look of utter indifference as he dumped the still smoldering remains from the bowl into the soaked grass. “Name?”