Coby glanced over at Jag, a similar smile appearing for how easy it was with him. They finished their smokes, not needing to fill the space with words. And after, he went back in, leaving the door open onto the balcony, the night air cooling but not chilled yet. He played for awhile, just him and his guitar, old favorites blending from one to another. "Hey. Got any more of that cake?"
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Date: 2018-02-25 03:57 am (UTC)