[ Double-taking at the space Ronan had been standing, Bob's first instinct is to look over his shoulder. He doesn't really know why he does it, just knows that what's in front of him makes no sense.
With his only task for the day done and no black eye to show for it, he finally pulls the cigarette from behind his ear, presses it to his mouth and sparks up. Sucking the familiar taste into his mouth, he inhales the smoke and considers it a comfort. The only thing he feels like is familiar and real in the space around him. Glancing around once more, just to check, he shakes his head and turns tail, smoke floating lazily in his wake as he decides the bar a few blocks away is exactly what he needs. ]
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With his only task for the day done and no black eye to show for it, he finally pulls the cigarette from behind his ear, presses it to his mouth and sparks up. Sucking the familiar taste into his mouth, he inhales the smoke and considers it a comfort. The only thing he feels like is familiar and real in the space around him. Glancing around once more, just to check, he shakes his head and turns tail, smoke floating lazily in his wake as he decides the bar a few blocks away is exactly what he needs. ]