I need another story...

[flammatory]

Has my life gotten so pathetic now? Man...

[The sun is setting over the ocean waters, casting a beautiful fire of colors over the waters and beach where Lavi is sitting with his pant legs rolled up some. Next to him is an opened pack of cigarettes with only one missing. That missing cancer stick is rolling between the redhead's fingers, unlit. Lavi

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[justinkandpaper]

[Crouches next to him] You willing to share?

[flammatory]

... [Holds out the cigarette to him.]

[justinkandpaper]

[Takes it, pulling a matchbox from his pocket to light it with. Smooooookes.

... Coughhackwheezegap]

[flammatory]

[Snoooooooort laugh.] Aw, too much~?

[justinkandpaper]

[Waves at the air] It's apparently not as easy as Gramps makes it seem.

[flammatory]

Maybe you should just stick to drinking then, hm?

[justinkandpaper]

Drinking? [Blinks] Can't say I've done that, either. At least, not on purpose.

[flammatory]

What is your vice then? [Curious tone]

[justinkandpaper]

[Pause. Shrugs] I don't really have one.

[flammatory]

Hm. [Sounds like someone on the road to Bookman-ry.]

[justinkandpaper]

[Indeed. Though they tend to have their non-material vices as well. Holds the cigarette back out to younger him]

[flammatory]

[Takes it and inhales some of the smoke. Coughs one but otherwise is fine. Someone's had practice.]

[justinkandpaper]

[Good for him. Lavi will be making pictures in the sand instead]

[flammatory]

[Mhm silence. After a few minutes, even before the cigarette is up he puts it out in the sand.]