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[yamawolf]

Who: yamawolf // a_general_chaos.
When: After his post and after telling Marlene that he had something to do
Where: The Beach
Rating: PG
Summary: To find the means and pay tribute.

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[yamawolf]

He understood the man's words, but he had this presumption that it was something always done anyway. Like if he hadn't voiced it, someone here would have already placed a design of stones in shape for a empty grave.

And the cigarette's smoke had caught Yamato's eye as well, watching it fade into the air like a quick escape. And he envied the phantom particles of breath, of smoke, of wind and air itself. Wishing they could disappear with free will as well, so that they wouldn't be a solid matter to be chomped on, scratched and torn. So when night came down, there would be nothing to capture them.

Yamato was taken from the thoughts as he finally realized he was staring at the cigarette before him, it was an offering. And he lifted his blue eyes to the man, watching silver bangs sway with the nod.

Was he alright to do this? He knew what it was, it smelled the same like the stokes his father smoked. Would this make Sephiroth feel better?

Yamato hesitantly took the cigarette in his fingers, holding it awkwardly. Not confident in how to grasp it, but trying to hold it tight enough so that it didn't slip from his fingers, but not tight enough to where it crushed. Already, this notion was becoming too much work for him and he frowned as he brought the filter to his lips. Blinking, until smoke got into his eyes and he had to close them. He inhaled. The smoke lingering in his cheeks before he swallowed the cloud down his throat.

That got him to quickly usher the cigarette back to Sephiroth as he began to cough and gag. His cheeks red and his eyes watering as he tried to force the smoke from his lungs and throat like it was water.