Whatever benevolence Kellen might be aiming for, he can't stop the forcefully disbelieving snort for Ruckus' words. Any accusations of not "knowing what stuff means" are clearly being thrown in the wrong direction, in his belief, and he almost says so, but is silenced by the unexpected grabby-hand extended towards him. He even leans back from it some, sliding a suspicious look to the owner of said hand, but eventually discerns its harmlessness and replaces his cigarette between those fingers. Maybe Kellen and Leech commonly do this, as well, so it's easier for the boy to figure out, but he resolutely turns his gaze back towards the ceiling once the transfer is completed.
"I'm surprised you even recognize it," he mutters, covering up for this moment of kindness. "But since you do, why don't you spend any time appreciating the one that you do have?" If grumbling and discontent, the question isn't too acidic, and sounds genuinely curious.
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Date: 2012-10-09 05:34 am (UTC)"I'm surprised you even recognize it," he mutters, covering up for this moment of kindness. "But since you do, why don't you spend any time appreciating the one that you do have?" If grumbling and discontent, the question isn't too acidic, and sounds genuinely curious.