Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200423213810/@comment-25808351-20200606205533

Everyone: Marcus steps out onto the front porch of his house to smoke while he waited for Lance’s return. Pulling out another cigar from his coat pocket, he places it between his right hand’s index finger and middle finger. He then strikes a match upon his boot and lifts the lit match to the cigar. He then stops.

His eyes shift toward the sky without turning his head. He sniffs the air twice, and picks up a faint smell, one he recognizes. Marcus hesitates to light his cigar, for the tobacco would dilute the scent he encountered.