Lars rolls his eyes, not even bothering to respond her cautioning of his health—everyone knows cigarettes are bad for them, but they still smoke!—and then he straightens out his lanky torso to lean up in Sadie's face—which, even though he's sitting and she's standing, is not difficult to do at all.]
I'm thinking I'm trying to chill out a little!
[Lars recedes a little, feeling he's made his point, and his body language immediately becomes more withdrawn; he folds his arms over the tops of his knees, petulantly looking at the now singed patch of moss (RIP cigarette) with a derisive scowl. It's hard constantly craving Sadie's company, but also hating every second of it.]
Which was working, 'till you came around and hassled me...
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Lars rolls his eyes, not even bothering to respond her cautioning of his health—everyone knows cigarettes are bad for them, but they still smoke!—and then he straightens out his lanky torso to lean up in Sadie's face—which, even though he's sitting and she's standing, is not difficult to do at all.]
I'm thinking I'm trying to chill out a little!
[Lars recedes a little, feeling he's made his point, and his body language immediately becomes more withdrawn; he folds his arms over the tops of his knees, petulantly looking at the now singed patch of moss (RIP cigarette) with a derisive scowl. It's hard constantly craving Sadie's company, but also hating every second of it.]
Which was working, 'till you came around and hassled me...