Nightshift 27: M49
Nearly as soon as the doors unlocked, Yohji pulled out the pack of cigarettes and the matches. Ignoring his roommate and any protests he might have, the assassin placed one of them between his lips and lit it up with practiced motions. He took a drag on it and closed his eyes, almost in bliss, before releasing the smoke and letting it drift to the ceiling. Damn, he'd missed this. Maybe he should have used the chance to quite, but here more than anywhere else, he figured he'd probably die before the cigarettes did anything to him.
Needless to say, he hadn't told any of Weiss about the things he'd managed to scrounge last night. He didn't think that they'd approve of him wasting his time with them. But he'd take his comforts where he could.
He leaned back against the wall next to his bed and waited for Cliff to arrive.
Needless to say, he hadn't told any of Weiss about the things he'd managed to scrounge last night. He didn't think that they'd approve of him wasting his time with them. But he'd take his comforts where he could.
He leaned back against the wall next to his bed and waited for Cliff to arrive.