[ a humored snort jumps up from jack's throat, crocked smile curving one side of his lips. ]
I've had plenty enough of each at this juncture, no thank you.
[ both mud and sadness. his bank for each is all full up, no more please. sadness is practically an old friend to him, but it takes very little mud for jack to be done with the substance. whether that's because of or despite the trenches is a mystery. either way, they aren't memories he's fond of replaying.
taking another puff, before holding out the joint to pass back, this one goes down a bit smoother, albeit still with a scrunched face, voice coming strained. ]
Like any good medicine - it's rough going down.
[ like any *self-medicating medicine. he got used to the burn of whisky after a while, he'll get used to this too. ]
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I've had plenty enough of each at this juncture, no thank you.
[ both mud and sadness. his bank for each is all full up, no more please. sadness is practically an old friend to him, but it takes very little mud for jack to be done with the substance. whether that's because of or despite the trenches is a mystery. either way, they aren't memories he's fond of replaying.
taking another puff, before holding out the joint to pass back, this one goes down a bit smoother, albeit still with a scrunched face, voice coming strained. ]
Like any good medicine - it's rough going down.
[ like any *self-medicating medicine. he got used to the burn of whisky after a while, he'll get used to this too. ]