a smokers kiss - drabble
"you want a hit?" they ask, across from you. the smell of alcohol, nic and sweat mixed with perfume and deodorant reeks from your skin.
you laugh, "im good, im not used too it." you glace away from their eyes, looking to continue your conversation with another.
they take a good look at you, head tilted and thought wandering. "...I know what'll get you used to it." getting up from their spot, you're able to see every detail of their expression; now that they are in front of you.
"hm—?" you're cut off, by their hands on your face, titling you to look at them. "what are you doing?" you almost stutter. your hands, taken by theirs, pushing you back against the rest of your chair.
"open," they lift your chin again, taking a puff of their cigarette.
"wait i—" smoke leaks from your lips, as they blow a cloud into your lips. instead of pulling back, they kiss you. lips tasting like liquor and cigs.
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quanxi, shoko, stein, worick, sanji, aki, himeno (anyone else I literally can't think of people who smoke)
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there’s a bright side to everything, see,
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Big head big head everyone look at big head
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