Disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead or any of the special infected in the game, Danny and Smokes here though are mine
Long after the two made it back to their building, randomly and irritatedly the older Smoker would keep trying to move his tongue, after about two hours of trying it finally started to be moveable again.
Turning to the younger smoker with a grin Smokes spoke "hey, mine's working again Danny. Try yours."
The younger smoker's head bolted up when the other spoke after so long of just angry hard to understand swears and he immediately started trying to move his own as well, giving a delighted little squeal when he was also able to move them. He then curled them around himself in his protective little tongue ball.
Smokes smirked as he lit up a cigarette, able to enjoy them again now that his tongue was working. "That's the first thing you do? Hide? I can think of something better."
One yellow eye peeked out from inside the tongue-ball. "Like what?"
The older Smoker let out a puff of cigarette smoke. "Catching survivors of course! Gotta get that kill-count of yours above four Somehow!"
Uncurling his tongues, Danny joined Smokes by the ledge. "It's only three and you know it. And its not going Above three"
"I'm Preeeetty sure its actually four"
"It's Not! It's only at three!"
Grinning, having fun winding the younger smoker up and taking another puff on his cigarette, Smokes continued, counting each person out on his fingers. "Well lets count, we have the guy in the lab. That's one. We have that other guy when you gave into your Zombie Attack Mode-That's two. There's the guy you dropped during a practice, thats three. And you can't forget the guy you bit and turned, that makes four~."
Danny looked down unhappily. "He's still walking around and doing things, he doesn't count.. it's only three still."
Smokes chuckled and ruffled Danny's hair. "Whatever, kid."