[She considers not answering, but instead gives a little nod and a forced smile. She has been taking care of herself... in her own way.
She grips the cigarette pack in her pocket, craving one at the moment, and only waiting for Mettaton to leave. She wonders if Chloe ever smoked in the gardens- wonders if the familiar and comforting smell of it will be washed out in the winter air.]
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Date: 2017-03-17 10:17 pm (UTC)She grips the cigarette pack in her pocket, craving one at the moment, and only waiting for Mettaton to leave. She wonders if Chloe ever smoked in the gardens- wonders if the familiar and comforting smell of it will be washed out in the winter air.]
See you around, Mettaton.