Owen brought the cigarette up to lips and took a drag, an attempt at distracting himself from the situation at hand. He couldn’t remember exactly when he’d picked up the habit, just remembers buying his first pack one moment and smoking through half of it the next. He was like his mother in that sense, unable to handle moderation and going straight into overkill. The male tried to ignore the thoughts racing through his head. Turning to the person opposite him, he decided to start a conversation as a way to distract himself. “Do you think furries shower or do you think they wash their suit in a machine?”
















