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.
