[Larkin's expression is haggared. He is standing outside the dormitory. You can hear... guitar music from within?] Okay, so. The guitar was nice, at first. Just like it was nice to have a little bit of cigarette smoke from time to time. Like, you know, nostalgia? She puts the damn thing down and I think I'm gonna drift off, and then the noodling starts again! We're on the same fucking team, is this intentional? Is this thief on thief violence? [He spots a smoldering cigarette butt on the ground, and slams his foot on it, arms actually waving a little as he crushes it out. His hair and expression are more than a little wild.] GEE, CIGARETTES. SWELL! THAT'S ALL THERE REALLY IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER, I THINK!!!! #AngelsNutritionblock #confessional @abattoirsGutter



