[He waves back and takes a seat. That was an invitation, wasn't it?
He smells more like hay and marijuana himself than cigarette smoke, but what he pulls out of his pocket to light up is a pack of-
Oh. Actually it's a grain mouse. A tiny one too, that blinks up at him in surprise as he blinks down at in surprise. He's really gotta start checking his boots and coat pockets before he leaves in the morning. This is the third time this month.]
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He smells more like hay and marijuana himself than cigarette smoke, but what he pulls out of his pocket to light up is a pack of-
Oh. Actually it's a grain mouse. A tiny one too, that blinks up at him in surprise as he blinks down at in surprise. He's really gotta start checking his boots and coat pockets before he leaves in the morning. This is the third time this month.]
Hey. Uh. Need a mouse?