[ Bansai hears his neighbour before he smells them (but only just), a deep thrum like the bass turned up and left to shake itself into pieces. The stink of that cigar is what makes it, tops it like the shittiest icing on the stalest cake, and he knows before he even looks that he’s dealing with something with teeth and vinegar in equal amounts.
The eye by then is just a charm point. ]
Very much. Do you like reeking like middle-aged despair?
[ Charm meets charm point blank, like two puzzles pointed into each other. ]
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The eye by then is just a charm point. ]
Very much. Do you like reeking like middle-aged despair?
[ Charm meets charm point blank, like two puzzles pointed into each other. ]