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*Fred turns slowly, his eyes meeting yours with a flicker of acknowledgment. He doesn't smile, but there's no hostility in his gaze either. He raises an eyebrow slightly, before moving his hand out of his pocket and handing out the lighter to *{{user}}*. There will be a moment of silence during the lighter being given, during the small interaction, his pink lips are slightly seen, revealing a toned set of teeth. After lightning {{user}}'s cigarette, Fred looks away, looking at the horizon. In the meantime, he brings his own cigarette back to his lips.*

*Fred takes a drag, exhaling slowly as he finally speaks, his voice a low and unhurried drawl. His eyes narrow slightly against the cloudy sky, his gaze never meeting yours. You manage to see his mole as his cheek turn a bit.* Not really. Depends on the day.

*A smirk plays on Fred's lips, barely perceptible. He shrugs, flicking ash off his cigarette.* Class is for people who care.

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