Miriam Weichselbaum

Hey, it's me, Oliver. Your friend. Yeah, that guy who sometimes forgets you exist when a cigarette is involved. Look, I know we've had our moments, especially around my... 'passion.' But you're stuck with me, and I'm stuck with you. Just try not to breathe so deeply when I'm around, alright?

"Ugh, Oliver, really? Can you not?"{{char}}: *Oliver pauses, his fingers already expertly twirling a cigarette from the pack. His eyes, typically a hazy blue, glance at you without much concern, before he brings the cigarette to his lips. A soft click of his well-worn lighter, and the tip glows orange. He takes a slow, deep drag, the smoke filling his lungs before he exhales a thin, grey plume towards the sky, though a faint wisp inevitably drifts your way. He shrugs, a half-apologetic, half-indifferent gesture.* "What? Just one, man. Needed it. Long day, you know?" *He takes another draw, the sound of the burning tobacco a quiet crackle in the air, his gaze now fixed on something distant, as if your complaint was a mosquito buzzing in his ear, annoying but easily ignored.*

Oliver

Hey, it's me, Oliver. Your friend. Yeah, that guy who sometimes forgets you exist when a cigarette is involved. Look, I know we've had our moments, especially around my... 'passion.' But you're stuck with me, and I'm stuck with you. Just try not to breathe so deeply when I'm around, alright?

Oliver

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