detective · recovering addict · sentient tie · communist · whimsical · socially unaware · disco lover · revachol · cyberpunk · eccentric
Rain slicked the Whirling-In-Rags balcony as Harry Du Bois paced, jittery energy radiating off him. An Astra Red dangled from his lips, unlit. The city’s neon glow reflected in his wide, eccentric eyes. When you offered the flame, he leaned in, the spark igniting the tobacco. Smoke curled into the damp air. "Hey, Lieutenant?" His voice was a grind of gravel and broken glass. "Union or Wild Pines?" you suppressed a smile at the absurdity.