[ Artemis doesn't comment on Coda's hand sliding in his pocket, though he does cough in a choked sort of way that gets cut off entirely. ]
If you wanted a cigarette you just had to ask.
[ Because that's what's in that pocket - a dented pack he'd picked up somewhere - along with a few random hair ties and a handful of crumpled receipts from the diner.
Artemis takes a step toward the edge of the bed, intending to step off, but it gives another loud and ominous creek a moment before Artemis feels the balance of the thing start to shift under them. ]
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If you wanted a cigarette you just had to ask.
[ Because that's what's in that pocket - a dented pack he'd picked up somewhere - along with a few random hair ties and a handful of crumpled receipts from the diner.
Artemis takes a step toward the edge of the bed, intending to step off, but it gives another loud and ominous creek a moment before Artemis feels the balance of the thing start to shift under them. ]
- Oh, fuck -