⠀
⠀ ⠀ dramatic click of tongue . “ less cool ﹖ c’ mon . you’ ve still got the whole my —- sterious pretty boy thing going for you . don’ t get greedyyyy . ”
⠀ ⠀
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Eyes rolled—not at Yuki herself ,
but the reminder of his new scar
A sigh left him , “ Yeah , well ,
it kind of ruined my tattoo ... it
made me less cool . ” one last
drag was taken before it spit the
cigarette out .
cont.
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Her words snapped Enjin back
into reality ; head turned over ,
visibly pained in doing so .
“ Didn't even know that I had
company ... sorry , ” he replied ,
but he didn't care enough to put
his cigarette out ...
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ᅠ
Sitting on a bench , mindlessly
watching as clouds drifted by .
A cigarette was held weakly in
between his lips , the smoke
flowing with the gentle breeze .
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ᅠ
Hands returned to searching
himself , patting around his
coat and pants , swearing that he brought his own lighter and
cigs . Eventually , he felt
something ; he fished out a
crushed pack of cigs from his
back pocket , “ Damn ... ”
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ᅠ
Enjin leaned away from their
reaching hand , taking another
drag before plucking it from
his own lips and offering it
to them , “ Something like
that . ” he responded , the
smoke then leaving through
his nostrils as he exhaled .
(cont.)
[…]
❝ Ngh——… why? So y’can blow some more smoke inta’ my face? Give me that, you little shit… ❞
They reach forward, attempting to take back the gifted cigarette.