[Ah. Night air. For the old man it is an alternative afternoon. He lights up a Chesterfield. Though really, he's hungry. It's been hours after all. Tacos, the typical go to just do not fit the bill. Besides that, even the most customer loyal establishment is closing its doors at this hour of night.
Puff. Puff. Through the familiar smell of tobacco burning there's a new scent. And it smells....very good.
Shadow to shadow he moves fast. Where is it coming from? Where isn't a place. It's a person. Coming up fast he recognizes a figure and falls into quiet stride behind like a wayward alley cat.]
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Puff. Puff. Through the familiar smell of tobacco burning there's a new scent. And it smells....very good.
Shadow to shadow he moves fast. Where is it coming from? Where isn't a place. It's a person. Coming up fast he recognizes a figure and falls into quiet stride behind like a wayward alley cat.]