-she slides down the wall and draws,using the moonlight as a way to see her paper-
He bends down and frantically gropes around for the lighter
August: Fuckkkk...
-she hums,taking a peek at him each 20 seconds-
August cannot find it, and he's muttering a string of obsenities to himself
"are you okay?"
August: sarcastically Yeah, I'm just peachy...
"sorry again...about the rock...thing..."
August: Yeah, it's fine...
He's not really paying attention to you, he's just trying to find his lighter. He finally gives up
August: ...yeah, I'm not gonna find it. Shit.
-she continues to draw-
"W-what are you looking for?-"
-she colours in a place in her drawing-
August: ...I dropped my lighter.
