〔 제이。〕 “come on, it’s been years since i tried one.” his chuckle is disrupted by the thin smother, faltering eyes riveting the cigarette between his long, slender fingers. “now i also know why i didn’t go on with this habit. expensive as shit and it makes me stink.” there’s no hesitance in the way he drops the stick on the metallic surface of the fire staircase, and it’s soon crushed under his boot. “ahh, there you go, i satisfied my whim. did i really cause a scene right there on the street because of this? but yeah, i know, i know. forgot my wallet, made you buy a whole pack for nothing --- i’ll pay you double, i promise. now where were we?” the alley seems to be rarely frequented, the rust and dirt crusting on the iron bars of the stairs being a clear sign that nobody takes care of this area. he’s still cautious and speaks in english --- there’s little reputation he has, true, but he’s trying to keep it untainted in the eyes of his fans. “i’ll need gum first. lots of it.”