[ he returns the lighter to his pocket, wiping his hand off absently as he does.
why is he here? heine nearly shrugs again, and instead starts picking little bits of sand and grit out of the open skin on his knuckles, which is apparently a better option than talking to her face to face like a normal person. ]
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why is he here? heine nearly shrugs again, and instead starts picking little bits of sand and grit out of the open skin on his knuckles, which is apparently a better option than talking to her face to face like a normal person. ]
Whatever you're doing out here.