"To the wasteland of reality," Harry rumbled as he tapped Kim's just-lit cigarette with his own yet-unlit one in something resembling a toast, and they both leaned back against the Kineema, parked under the wheeling stars of a late summer night in outer Jamrock.
Kim's comment on this was interrupted as a long neck dipped before his startled gaze and delicate ungulate lips plucked his lit cigarette right out of his hand; the animal turned soulful eyes toward him as it chewed and swallowed the cigarette without compunction for the lit end, then swiveled hopefully toward Harry, already backing away, and he drily said instead, "Detective, I feel that perhaps a wasteland would be less full of roving wildlife," as he watched Harry make efforts to lure the pest away.
That had been his one and only cigarette and so much for a quiet summer evening with the all too firm realities of Jamrock life all round them, but his ruminations and the ruminant were dispelled by a firm shooing and, evidently, a brief but successful internal struggle as Harry's face went through all its usual contortions, then handed Kim Harry's own, somehow-protected and pristine cigarette without further comment and settled back against the Kineema; he thought in that moment that Harry would agree that a reality that was quite crowded and quite a bit more full than Kim had ever previously requested from his life was worth the occasional giraffe, although perhaps their next date should be in the only-slightly-more reputable confines of Kim's favorite pizza place instead...
Disco Elysium, Harry/Kim & Jamrock Giraffes
Kim's comment on this was interrupted as a long neck dipped before his startled gaze and delicate ungulate lips plucked his lit cigarette right out of his hand; the animal turned soulful eyes toward him as it chewed and swallowed the cigarette without compunction for the lit end, then swiveled hopefully toward Harry, already backing away, and he drily said instead, "Detective, I feel that perhaps a wasteland would be less full of roving wildlife," as he watched Harry make efforts to lure the pest away.
That had been his one and only cigarette and so much for a quiet summer evening with the all too firm realities of Jamrock life all round them, but his ruminations and the ruminant were dispelled by a firm shooing and, evidently, a brief but successful internal struggle as Harry's face went through all its usual contortions, then handed Kim Harry's own, somehow-protected and pristine cigarette without further comment and settled back against the Kineema; he thought in that moment that Harry would agree that a reality that was quite crowded and quite a bit more full than Kim had ever previously requested from his life was worth the occasional giraffe, although perhaps their next date should be in the only-slightly-more reputable confines of Kim's favorite pizza place instead...