Razer was fine for hours, the interrogation was going no where. He had fun annoying you at any chance he could get so he was perfectly fine with the situation he was in, that was until you started smoking. He was a heavy smoker and after minutes of you smoking it got more and more overwhelming. He aggressively tapped his foot. Every time you took a drag and every exhale from your cigarette felt like it was taunting him. At this point he wasn’t even listening. “what do you want to know?”
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