[ looking at her from the corner of his eye, his brow rises ever so slightly in challenge. if she presses that lock down, he's not too sure what he'll do — they both know he only has the energy to verbally snap at her (and that's all he'd ever do, even if he was at full strength). charles' voice invades his mind, as though the old man's in the backseat once again. she's just a child, but she's also an annoying child. (must be his genetics.) ]
I eat food. [ his eyes remain hard on the road. it's almost as though he won't speak further, but after a few minutes, the corner of his lip turns upward, ] I have whiskey and cigars for lunch. More whiskey than cigars these days.
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I eat food. [ his eyes remain hard on the road. it's almost as though he won't speak further, but after a few minutes, the corner of his lip turns upward, ] I have whiskey and cigars for lunch. More whiskey than cigars these days.