[Wolfwood has scooted himself back on the mattress far enough to lean against the wall now, one leg bent at the knee while the other remains stretched out. He's bandying about the idea of drinking more booze, swirling it around in the bottle, but decides to just keep a tight grip for now. He could also light up again, but that's a categorically awful idea when he's recently had whiskey in his mouth.]
He is smoke. Somebody ought'a tell him to look in a mirror. [He already made that joke AT you, Wolfwood.] Anyway, you'd think he wouldn't care. Me buying is good for business.
[Assuming it even counts as that. He's not sure what the guy even does with the things they bring him, since- to Wolfwood- it just seems like river trash.]
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[Wolfwood has scooted himself back on the mattress far enough to lean against the wall now, one leg bent at the knee while the other remains stretched out. He's bandying about the idea of drinking more booze, swirling it around in the bottle, but decides to just keep a tight grip for now. He could also light up again, but that's a categorically awful idea when he's recently had whiskey in his mouth.]
He is smoke. Somebody ought'a tell him to look in a mirror. [He already made that joke AT you, Wolfwood.] Anyway, you'd think he wouldn't care. Me buying is good for business.
[Assuming it even counts as that. He's not sure what the guy even does with the things they bring him, since- to Wolfwood- it just seems like river trash.]