rocket-clark:

“Why else would I be out here this late? Save for the fact that I’ll be strung up if I were to do this,” she shook the cigarette, making a gesture to it, “in the house,” She sighed slightly, looking up at him staring down at her. It was weird, but she wasn’t minding it all that much. At least he wasn’t prying as to why she was out so late.

“Yeah, you sound like my brother,” she said, before smirking a bit as he pulled out his own pack, “You know what else you sound like? A bit of a pietist. Saying don’t smoke, and then pulling out your own. And besides, everything kills you eventually, why single out one thing?” She tugged at the hem of her sleeve, with the hand that didn’t have the cigarette in it. Her brother would definetly not be happy to find burns on his sweatshirt.

“Of all the places to go when you want to be alone, why this street corner, then?” He asked, motioning around toward the street signs they were standing by. Of all the places to go to if you wanted to be alone, a street corner was the first place Spider usually thought of. He was on his way to the diner up town, just happening to walk the same street that Rocket was going down.

“Hey, I don’t care about the state of my lungs. However, that doesn’t mean I think a pretty little girl like yourself should be rotting her mouth, lungs, and sending that much nicotine to her brain.” Spider said, giving her a pointed look. He knew what he sounded like, but it was just because he didn’t care what happened to him.