（ he laughs, and gives the guy a bit of a jaunty little bow, like a ballet dancer. amusement is writ plain in his expression as he straightens up afterwards, and he doesn't even make any obvious lamentation about the loss of that cigarette. he does, however, smooth down his shirt where it wrinkled up into the guy's closed fist.
he knows the type — and he isn't going to push. the guy wants to crash into his boundaries full tilt and bolt like a spooked cat, that's fine by him. ）
Yeah, yeah. Don't be a stranger. Hasta mañana.
（ and off he goes, casually as you please. whistling, off-key. ）
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he knows the type — and he isn't going to push. the guy wants to crash into his boundaries full tilt and bolt like a spooked cat, that's fine by him. ）
Yeah, yeah. Don't be a stranger. Hasta mañana.
（ and off he goes, casually as you please. whistling, off-key. ）