[ Emily's tone of voice is about as crisp as the air is. Ever since figuring out what Jackson's power is, Emily hasn't bothered curbing her tongue in speaking to him – at least, not most of the time. There's no point in it. It's similar to the way that she doesn't ask if he minds company — it's not permission she feels she need ask for, and besides, if he'd rather be alone, he's a big boy, he can say so.
She makes her way over with one arm crossed over her chest, the other propped up, unlit cigarette held neatly between her fingers. ]
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[ Emily's tone of voice is about as crisp as the air is. Ever since figuring out what Jackson's power is, Emily hasn't bothered curbing her tongue in speaking to him – at least, not most of the time. There's no point in it. It's similar to the way that she doesn't ask if he minds company — it's not permission she feels she need ask for, and besides, if he'd rather be alone, he's a big boy, he can say so.
She makes her way over with one arm crossed over her chest, the other propped up, unlit cigarette held neatly between her fingers. ]