Dude, yeah. I feel you. I feel like I've smoked twice as much here than I ever did my whole life back home.
[ Maybe this won't be so bad after all. Kendall makes sure to grab the pack of cigarettes he'd most recently scrounged before he heads up to the deck. ]
[And when Kendall does get there, Eiffel's waiting on one of the deck chairs with his own cigarette in a bandaged hand and a somewhat old-school wireless headset around his neck, and he's dressed in the most generically 'thirty-year-old bachelor' outfit of jeans, oversized sneakers and a dumb t-shirt; the only other remarkable thing is that he's completely bald, including eyebrows, and that when he sees his inmate he lifts the other, also bandaged hand in a wave.]
Over here, Ray Breslin. Thanks for coming out tonight, I'm sure you had a very busy schedule.
[ Clothing-wise, Kendall's sticking to the earthy neutrals he'd gravitated towards at home – lots of brown and beige, basically, and none of it is particularly interesting. He kind of blends in, even if the area around him isn't the same colour. He digs a cigarette out of his pack as he's walking, cruising to a stop and appraising his new warden (jesus, it's fucking weird thinking that) closely. ]
Did you, like, burn those off, or...? [ He gestures to his own eyebrows with his free hand. Best to address it directly, he figures, rather than continue to sneak baffled glances. ]
Hey, don't diss boring. [He points the cigarette at Kendall in a playful threat.] Boring means no-one's trying to kill you, or explode into a thousand pieces, or launch you into the depths of space to die a cold, miserable, lonely death.
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[ Maybe this won't be so bad after all. Kendall makes sure to grab the pack of cigarettes he'd most recently scrounged before he heads up to the deck. ]
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Over here, Ray Breslin. Thanks for coming out tonight, I'm sure you had a very busy schedule.
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[ Clothing-wise, Kendall's sticking to the earthy neutrals he'd gravitated towards at home – lots of brown and beige, basically, and none of it is particularly interesting. He kind of blends in, even if the area around him isn't the same colour. He digs a cigarette out of his pack as he's walking, cruising to a stop and appraising his new warden (jesus, it's fucking weird thinking that) closely. ]
Did you, like, burn those off, or...? [ He gestures to his own eyebrows with his free hand. Best to address it directly, he figures, rather than continue to sneak baffled glances. ]
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If only. No, if I had burn marks from anything, it'd be trying to smoke one of these bad boys in a goddamn space ship.
[He takes a pointed drag of his cigarette before he continues.]
This is all from doing the full Walt Disney. Three months of on and off cryo-freeze - turns out it makes you go balder than a newborn. Who knew!
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[He blows out his cheeks in an exasperated exhale.]
It's a lot. I'm not some Professor X type leader guy, I'm just some asshole who watched waaaay too many movies as a kid.