[ Makoto rolls his eyes and tries to finish his cigarette to deal with this headache. He watches him, blinking when Laurent moves to start pulling at weeds. Makoto stops smoking. Laurent falls before his surprise can wear off and it pulls a genuine and light-hearted laugh from him, despite himself. But as he laughs, Makoto is already walking over to the source of his amusement.
Halfway there, his cigarette burns his fingers. But he doesn't stop. He just clicks his tongue and flicks it forward to stomp on it, only coming to a stop once he's offering Laurent his hand.
Makoto might be thin, but his arms are less noodle than they used to be. And despite having just done the same thing, he learned something from watching so whether Laurent accepts his help or not he says it flatly-- ]
Get some proper shoes first, would you? I'm not looking after you if you lose a foot.
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Halfway there, his cigarette burns his fingers. But he doesn't stop. He just clicks his tongue and flicks it forward to stomp on it, only coming to a stop once he's offering Laurent his hand.
Makoto might be thin, but his arms are less noodle than they used to be. And despite having just done the same thing, he learned something from watching so whether Laurent accepts his help or not he says it flatly-- ]
Get some proper shoes first, would you? I'm not looking after you if you lose a foot.