what is a detective without a cig? he needs it for enrichment. trust. @machinah
♠ It has been a whole 24 hours - maybe even more - since his last cigarette. The quite unpleasant surprise as he reached for his coat pocket only to find a box of cigarette shaped candies had put him on edge, feeling that someone had played a cruel prank on him. Luckily he wasn’t too dependent on them since Anubis was able to manifest himself at all times now beside him, but still, it had become a compulsive habit he couldn’t live without anymore.
“This is a good opportunity to let go of them,” the jackal had said at that moment. Despite the necessity for it, he had never agreed with the detective picking up that habit. Not the least because the smell of wet dog and nicotine usually drove people away.
And since the city was still unfamiliar to him, he had walked by different stores in hope to pick up a package, but with little success; also because he didn’t quite know how to use the phone he was given to pay for a pack. The longer his cold-turkey streak went on, the more agitated he grew, frowning, pacing, fidgeting with his lighter nervously. “Maybe you can pick up a new habit to compensate for it?” Anubis spoke as he was sitting down to scratch himself behind his ear.
“I need them, Anubis. One more minute and I will- hey!” Noir turned away from his companion, spotting a person from across the street and without looking left or right before crossing the road ran over to them. “Hey, pal, you over there! You don’t happen to have a smoke on ya by any chance?”
