what’s your brand, @hydenseeked ?
EXHAUSTION WAS ENDLESS EVEN IN THIS NEW WORLD, IT SEEMED. but perhaps that had been kenjirou’s own fault ; spending countless hours in the spirale university library researching things would do that to anyone. he hadn’t even noticed how late it had gotten ; while his work ethic had been nowhere near that of ayaka’s, fixing himself upon an area of research would surely put him into overdrive. though he had carded through various tomes of text, none had given him even a hint of where he wanted to be, & left him more boggled than with any conclusion or hypothesis on what had gone on in this city. fruitless were his pursuits, & with that came a headache splitting across his skull & a wariness settling in uncomfortably over his bones. heavy eyelids &a fuzzier state of sight combined with those factors had been clear indicators that he should go home & take a break – come back tomorrow instead. falling asleep in his old laboratory had been acceptable, but a university he had no position in? well – he’s sure students would be guilty of it, only recalling the countless of times the children at the high school did – but for him, it wouldn’t fly.
onward his feet had carried him through the ward, sandals scuffing against the ground with each step as he did his best to navigate. gradually there had been an ache in his mind, a craving that was a whisper & when gone ignored, became a roar. doctors of medicine had scolded him countless times for smoking, insisting it had been horrible for his health ; but it’s not as if he listened, especially not later on in life. stopping abruptly, his hands fall to his lab coat pockets ; they pat down once, & a noise of frustration rumbles out of his throat. they move to pat down his pants pockets next – front & back, & it leaves him with a bit of a scowl & an over-exaggerated whine leaving his lips.
( ahhh, just his luck--! of all times, now his cigarette carton had forsaken him?! what a cruel world–! )
eventually he does halt in his theatrics, only stopped by the familiar scent of tobacco tickling his nose. perking, his eyes follow the source to another male in the distance, & he raises his hand in greeting.
❛ ah – hey. sorry to bother you, but do you think you could bum me a smoke? ❜
kenjirou, if your wife found out you were asking strangers for cigarettes, what would she say?
Smoking is more or less something to keep his mouth busy, it helped him waste time while going through the motions on this dingy island. Unlike in Chaldea, where they’ve restricted of how much and what they could consume, it was free reign here. And because he’s been here for what? Two months now? He’s scrapped up enough dust to buy himself a carton, it wasn’t the same experience that he got with what he’s experimented in the past but it’ll have to do.
Fighting Jekyll on this was an issue, persuading him to not flush them down the toliet had been pretty hard but he prevailed somehow. Even if he can’t fully transform into himself, being able to front in their body was still pretty good too. And today he’s just bumming around, not doing much, taking in the sights, the usual. When he’s not entirely out, he sports a look similar to Jekyll, the only difference is his eye color, because he’s taken the reigns for now.
Edward glances over the unfamiliar voice with nonchalance, moving the cigerette away from his lips, he puffs out some of the smoke away from the other and raises a brow.
“What? D’ya not ‘ave any of your own?” That answer’s obvious, given what the man said, it’s not like he smoked too many – he’s cut back a lot since back then, so he’s plenty to spare. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he rummages a bit until he takes out the carton and opens the lid.
“....Here, s’ all I’ve got,” He shoves the box in Kenjirou’s direction, “you picky on brands or whatever? Cos this is the only one I got on me.”
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