cigarettes
he never smoked, but his clothing lingered of the smell. dashes of cologne did not remove it. too much would only make it worse. whether he seemed to notice or care about the scene was difficult to say. conan never tried.
the smoke was the after scent of the casinos he'd traveled. the streamline of cash that flowed into their pockets came from the mastery of walking in these tantalizing little locations. weapons were fine; they were life, but there was nothing more fun than wiping away a smirk from an arrogant bastard that was clearly tipping the scale to their favor.
the smoke was the after scent of the casinos he'd traveled. the streamline of cash that flowed into their pockets came from the mastery of walking in these tantalizing little locations. weapons were fine; they were life, but there was nothing more fun than wiping away a smirk from an arrogant bastard that was clearly tipping the scale to their favor.