( scars don't bother none. he grew up in the shadow of the great war, when most everyone who survived wore the mark of it body an' soul. you learn real young not to stare, not to make a fuss, or deny someone humanity on account'a some manner of injury done them.
the fella asks for a smoke, an' gene nods some an' fishes his pack outta his breast pocket. it's a crumpled ration of chesterfields. these cigarettes pre-date filters, so they'll have a bite to 'em.
even so, he taps one up outta the pack an' offers it out. )
Go on an' be my guest, pal.
( once the fella takes it, gene'll shift the plate to his other hand so's he can grab for a book of matches. )
no subject
the fella asks for a smoke, an' gene nods some an' fishes his pack outta his breast pocket. it's a crumpled ration of chesterfields. these cigarettes pre-date filters, so they'll have a bite to 'em.
even so, he taps one up outta the pack an' offers it out. )
Go on an' be my guest, pal.
( once the fella takes it, gene'll shift the plate to his other hand so's he can grab for a book of matches. )