[He super would if it meant getting some pipeweed out of it. Hell is being addicted to nicotine in the middle of a save-the-world quest through the Rennefaire.
Which, well, withdrawal calls. He can only resist the siren song of a smoke for so long, so he succumbs and pulls one from the pack in his pocket, counting his store down to seventeen.]
No, it seems fucking awful. [Dixon's never held any great value on his own life. The lives of others, certainly; he's selfish enough that he absolutely would wish eternal life on his momma, his dad, his Chief. Would have, at least. But not for himself.] Sorry it's as bad as it sounds.
[He lights up, holding the burning cigarette out to Kevin in case he wants a drag before Dixon goes in on it.]
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Which, well, withdrawal calls. He can only resist the siren song of a smoke for so long, so he succumbs and pulls one from the pack in his pocket, counting his store down to seventeen.]
No, it seems fucking awful. [Dixon's never held any great value on his own life. The lives of others, certainly; he's selfish enough that he absolutely would wish eternal life on his momma, his dad, his Chief. Would have, at least. But not for himself.] Sorry it's as bad as it sounds.
[He lights up, holding the burning cigarette out to Kevin in case he wants a drag before Dixon goes in on it.]
Being a cop sucks too, for the record.