#valenshit;

[yosukehasghosts]

May or may not be heartshaped cigarettes

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"You've got to be shitting me-- can I actually smoke these things?" He pried the carton's lid in disbelief, mouth scrunched into a smirk at the sight laid out before him. He was torn between snorting and unceremoniously pushing a filter past his lips. Rolling his eyes, he carefully slipped the pack into the worn pocket of his jeans and let his smirk twitch in clear amusement. "I suppose these will do, fry thief."

[yosukehasghosts]

Happy Valentine's Day, buttercup.

Yeah, I called ya buttercup. What’cha gon do. Oh. I stole these so just ignore all that talk of loving you and requestin’ that you be mine and all that other shit. [ makes a heart shape in the air, mouthing, “I’m awesome”;

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He eyes the presented cookies with a look of dubious proportions. As if the unforeseen nickname isn’t enough, the words scrawled over some of the treats encourage a frown. A brow raises though at her admission and starts the twitch of a relieved grin. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just compare me to a flower that I’m sure is shitty. Nothing tastes better than a stolen cookie though- I speak from experience.” Reaching, he picks up a particularly gaudy baked good and bites into it without any show of restraint. He supposes the taste’s not too shabby, though he certainly could do without all of the hearts. Nonetheless, her and the cookies’ appearance surprises him and he casts his gaze to her satisfied face now. “Usually I’d keep free food all to myself, but take the girly ones if you want. Think of it as a gift from me to you.” Unable to help himself, he muffles a rueful laugh behind another bite of the cookie, mauling the thing in its entirety.