[ That was true - there were many things that an audience could forgive, everything from the occasional shoddy performance to controversies - but a lack of punctuality and consistency would be harshly punished.
One ear flicked a few times in response to the click of the lock. If Vox were being honest, he had just cut off the last way that anyone had of interrupting them. The two of them were truly alone. Alastor can't remember the last time that was true.
He padded over to the bed. Alastor folded his jacket once more before resting it on the edge of the bed, then rested his staff on it. The pack of cigarettes was lifted off the nightstand next, and it was only once he had that in hand that he took a seat next to Vox. He turned it over in his hand. Like the bottle of whiskey, it's a familiar and comfortable brand. It's the same one he's always favored. ]
The very ones.
[ He tapped the top of the carton against his palm. ]
I'm surprised that you remember.
[ That wasn't entirely true. It came as no surprise that Vox would remember, especially when Alastor was so habitual, but he wouldn't have expected the man to go out of his way to get them. His whiskey of choice wasn't difficult to find, but nor was it as common as it used to be. Nonetheless, he seemed pleased by the gesture, and his smile softened just a tad. ]
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One ear flicked a few times in response to the click of the lock. If Vox were being honest, he had just cut off the last way that anyone had of interrupting them. The two of them were truly alone. Alastor can't remember the last time that was true.
He padded over to the bed. Alastor folded his jacket once more before resting it on the edge of the bed, then rested his staff on it. The pack of cigarettes was lifted off the nightstand next, and it was only once he had that in hand that he took a seat next to Vox. He turned it over in his hand. Like the bottle of whiskey, it's a familiar and comfortable brand. It's the same one he's always favored. ]
The very ones.
[ He tapped the top of the carton against his palm. ]
I'm surprised that you remember.
[ That wasn't entirely true. It came as no surprise that Vox would remember, especially when Alastor was so habitual, but he wouldn't have expected the man to go out of his way to get them. His whiskey of choice wasn't difficult to find, but nor was it as common as it used to be. Nonetheless, he seemed pleased by the gesture, and his smile softened just a tad. ]