[ Vasquez actually seems perfectly content with allowing Faraday to settle beside him, no matter how much space he's claiming for himself. He draws his hand away to light his cigar, taking a few slow puffs as he shakes out his match. ]
That should be all, I think.
[ Thoughtlessly, Vasquez rests a hand back on Faraday's head, letting his fingers rustle through thick fur. ]
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That should be all, I think.
[ Thoughtlessly, Vasquez rests a hand back on Faraday's head, letting his fingers rustle through thick fur. ]