#also welcome to sailor mouth mundungus he's a bit of a coward ig

[flehtcher]

      sitting under a no smoking sign while taking desperate drags from a cigarette would have made dung laugh his ass off on any other day, but today he barely even registered the irony. ALL he knew was that he needed the damn smoke, the quick and small relief of a cigarette. it was distracting, too, to watch the curling smoke, to focus on his breathing ... it was a small moment of escape. WELL, as much escape as he could get --- the fact that he was stuck ( and not just in a smelly bathroom, but in a hospital ) was enough to make him feel all kinds of itchy. this was not dung’s scene: he avoided confrontation and battle and blood -- well, blood most of the time -- and did his work in the DARK, sneaking around and risking only his damn self. this was too big for him, and in this moment of privacy, hiding in a bathroom stall, he allowed himself to give into the fear that was making his muscles tense. “fuck,” he cursed suddenly, hoping that speaking to a perfectly tiled wall would help. “fucking bloody mothershitting hell.”