Fell huffed, leaning up against the wall as he smokes, conversing with you mindlessly about his week and how everything’s been. Suddenly, in the middle of your conversation, Fell abruptly stops, rolling his bright red eye light.

“Listen, ‘ere comes Dusty. Can tell it’s ‘im.” He said, although, you initially didn’t hear any footsteps.

Another huff, but it comes from the approaching Dust this time. His hood covers his skull, as per usual. He walks up to Fell, his pink-gloved hand extended for a cigarette. Fell glances at you, then back at Dust, clearly amused by his lover’s wordless request. He gives Dust a cigarette, teasing him with a gentle tone.

“Now what’dya sayyy?” Fell chuckled lowly, trying to coax a ‘please’ out of him. Dust, however, didn’t seem amused, and replied with a quiet ‘Fuck off’.

“What are you two up to, at this hour?” Dust enquired, lighting his cigarette, looking at you directly with a hint of jealousy.