[ with a puff of smoke, riley looks up from her phone where she is texting nomi like a deer in headlights before she realizes that the kid that walked out is like, twelve. harmless. her skimpy club garb of shorts and ripped tights is mostly hidden by the oversize jacket she draped on before she ducked outside for her break, but when she turns to look at him, one of the dim lights illuminates her bright hair and the telltale streak of blue that gives the dj her stage name. ]
It's all right, [ she murmurs, voice soft with the cadence of her native accent. she reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear with the hand holding her cigarette before she drops it and snuffs it out with her boot.
it's rude to smoke in front of children. it's not cool, youth! don't smoke! ]
Alley is a good place for a break, you have good taste.
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It's all right, [ she murmurs, voice soft with the cadence of her native accent. she reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear with the hand holding her cigarette before she drops it and snuffs it out with her boot.
it's rude to smoke in front of children. it's not cool, youth! don't smoke! ]
Alley is a good place for a break, you have good taste.