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[seekingmyfortune]

You just pulverized a guy and you're worried about my smoking in your car?

[Rafe's rules know no bounds, apparently. It's true that he does try to adhere to them as much as possible, even if some of them can be a little ridiculous. It's a consequence of staying with the guy who broke him out of prison, Sam supposes. But seriously, is Rafe kidding him right now? Plucking that freshly lit cigarette out of his mouth like he's some sort of teenager? Does he know how much cigarettes even cost nowadays? Of course he doesn't.]

Seriously?

[His eyebrows raise as he watches Rafe buckle himself in, some small part of him hoping that that movement hurts a little. Sometimes the most satisfying joys in life come from the tiniest things. Sam sighs, fighting the urge to reach for another cigarette anyway and instead placing one hand on the wheel and the other on the gearshift.]

All set, your majesty?

[He won't wait for an answer as he pulls out of the spot,]

[chardismastic]

Seriously. The guy's dealt with already and out the picture. [ Rafe starts to wave off the comment but yeah, his ribs are hurting, and the motion jerks to a stop while he swallows a grimace. ] Leaves me free and clear to deal with your ashy ass.

[ The pain is almost compounded by a deep breath before Rafe catches himself. Bad idea and not just because his nose wrinkles at the smell in the car. A costly smell — and yes, he knows exactly how much cigarettes cost given he kept Sam in packs the first couple weeks before deciding it not worth the price anymore — but still shitty.

For his part, Rafe thinks he's been downright goddamn magnanimous in his rules. No smoking in the house, clean up after yourself, put shit back where you found it. They're big umbrellas to cover most everything, sure, but you'd think them common sense when you're stuck living and working with each other. Much like how Rafe would've figured it the same common sense to leave the cigarettes out the picture while driving.

Then again, expecting a Drake and common sense to go together was probably his first mistake.

His arm curls over his stomach as he leans back into the seat, eyes rolling as they close. Much as he wants to shift and find some way to sit comfortable, he knows better. There isn't going to be any way to sit comfortable for a good week. Not after getting stomped like that. Bitching won't do anything to fix it and so he stifles a hiss behind clenched teeth before glancing over at Sam. If he's needling at Drake then it's something to focus on other than the pain. ]

Don't act all put upon. I told you I was fine calling a cab, you're the one who stuck your nose into this.