thusia | (no subject)

[ mumbling about smoking in public 9_9 ]

I don't have a place to smoke in private. What was that before, a camel impression?

[maybe if I puff my cheeks hard enough, a witty comment will drop from the sky and help me mouth off the pot-smoking homeless guy]

[ THAT'S KIND OF CUTE but mostly hilarious ]

Can't say I totally blame you for not liking it. This stuff smells pretty weird.

It's not that... [siiigh] Do you really have no place to smoke?

This is a place to smoke.

But no, I haven't really gotten a place to stay.

You can't smoke here, people go through here.

People go through everywhere, so?

It's rude.

You'd rather I smoke outside and get eaten?

No, I'd rather you smoke in the comfort of your own home. Or whatever, but you don't really have one, so.

Yeah.

Harsh.

[ughhhh]

...There's room at my place...

What are you offering for? If you don't like the smoke, there's no reason to invite it in.

[IT REMINDS ME OF MY MOM]

Because you'd be sparing everyone and have a place to stay.

[ n-never say that out loud ]

So just for other people, huh?

Cassim.

[he wouldn't it's not exactly a good thing]

No. For me, too.

I'm Alex.

Personal reasons, huh.

You live with anyone else?

Is that selfish?

No, I live alone.

How would I know? I'm not going to pry, anyway.

All right.

Thank you.

You should probably get a door for your room, then.

How do I do that?

You ask a god? When I moved in, there was already a door in my room, so I don't know which of 'em to ask, but they have this, uh, thing -- lists -- over at the shrine room that tells you what each gives out?

I can't read.

[was that a faux pas]

W-well, I - I could help you. Navigate the shrine room, I mean.