He inwardly Cringed

John Howe 

“No, no more smoke rings my boys” he said, as though they were expecting the usual entertainment. Puck and Goober were more concerned that smoke was coming out of him without a pipe or a cigar having been lit.

“No rings,” he repeated, “just fragrant winds at both ends” he chuckled.

“That’s my man” thought Puck, as he glimpsed the former soul he had known and loved.

“I have something to ask of you” Gand solemnly said in his deepest voice. More smoke came out.

“Well,” said Puck hesitantly, “we all know how that went last time you led a cause". Although Puck said this jovially, he inwardly cringed.


- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances