AZARATH: The BRIGHT

AZARATH impatiently crossed his arms, tail curling absently.
"I was sure they'd have somethin' to add; figure being a Head can't be so exciting to ignore somethin' like This"
AZARATH gestured to the papers which LANCE thumbed through, bones clicking as he flipped; Information gathered written on the computer in a quick format, giving the location, time, date, and witness accounts of Gateways, or portals. Most were slips of space, &tiny; recently the things had begun sprouting out of the blue, &getting larger each time.
"How great of a chance d' you think there is we'll be seein' one at the end of this week?"
LANCE handed AZARATH back the papers, his friends bright flowery mane somehow cascade in a serious tone.

AZARATH tucked the papers under his arms, fishing in each of his pockets until they came up with a crumpled pack of 'Black&White' smokes. Flicking it open, he took one out, gently gripping it by the filter with his front teeth. He wasn't as much of a smoker as LANCE was,neither did he have the grace to keep his smokes crumple free, but the cravings came with force in this moment.
"So what d'you think?"
"I think this is only going to get worse."
"You're telling me."
AZARATH muttered, pulling out a puke green lighter to fire up his cigarette.

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