Rendered into Hell

[Geoffacake]

Taking a puff of smoke and holding the cigarette in his mouth. "Losing my privileges... wonder what they were in the first place." He again unzips his pockets, trying to yank it out. "Come on you, son of a-" Managing to hastily pull it out with a bit of force, he ends up having everything else fly out of his pocket onto the floor: cigarettes, keys, memory sticks and some other objects. "G'damnit... wait a second, here catch." Chucking the artifact carefully towards the Kusarian height wise, allowing her to catch it, he starts to pick up whats been scattered all over the floor. "Why do i still keep all this old junk in here?" picking up one of the memory sticks, he looks at the label that's been taped onto it, freezing for a moment staring at the stick for a few seconds he then quickly pockets it with the rest of the stuff. "You freely have the artifact, i doubt i needed it, bad memories, that's all it held for me, bad thoughts and bad Juju, something we never liked." he briskly stands up re-zips his chest pocket, taking another puff of the cigarette but inhaling a large amount, almost taking a quarter of the roll. "I don't understand what you need from it, its been dead in by my side for a while now..."