his nostrils tinge with the burning scent of alcohol and cigarettes. it only cools the moment he steps outside soon enough to hear randy’s comment. “ hmm, “ he blows air out of his nostrils, then gets a whiff of this supposed snow himself. his chin tips up, gaze lifting to the dark skies and there he sees it’s sprinkled with falling flakes.
“ guess you’re right. think you can smell a purple-haired runaway nearby, too ? “