❝ what? i mean, uh. yeah.
hang on. ❞
she mutters this with a cigarette dangling
from her lips, and wonders, as her f r a i l
hands search for the lighter in her bag,
how something could vanish so quickly
after having just put it away again. she
tosses it to him.

he’ll wait anxiously, fingers practically
itching as jaded orbs are fixated upon
the young female searching for
her lighter.
his desires are eventually sated, he’ll
catch the lighter just before it hits
the ground then swiftly spark up
one of his death sticks.
❛ thanks. ❜


