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[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[Here is Two on the plane. He's relaxed in a comfortable chair, with a tall, lavish hookah standing on the plane floor beside him. He looks placidly still, as always; the only obvious movement is him bringing the pipe, slowly, to his lips to inhale. Smoke billows from his mouth as he releases it, and it floats off into the astral sky. He only looks forward with a blank expression. He's an exciting guy.]

Comments

[opiumandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Stop having all that fun with your pipe. You'll tire yourself too much.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[If that was sarcasm, it's lost on Two. He turns his head slowly to look at the stranger with a slightly raised eyebrow, and extends the pipe to him, offering it.]

[opiumandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[How could Lau say no to smoking? He takes the offered pipe and slips it to his lips. His smile of course remains as he exhales the smoke.]

Thank you.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[It is, in fact, opium in the hookah, so that should please Lau. Two continues to be thrilling by speaking slowly in his dark monotone.]

You're welcome.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[Harley observes this carefully, then passes judgment!]

I like your style! Too quiet but the look is real nice. Classic or somethin'.

[Harley approves of eyecandy.]

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[He looks thrilled! Or not... his facial expression barely changes, if at all, and his voice is as deep, british, slow and near-monotone as usual. (Along with being exciting, he's also great at taking compliments.)]

Thank you.