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If Inyri stands right under one of the lights outside, it's a little warmer than if she were to wander into the darkness. Still, she shivers as she puts the cigarette in her hand to her lips and takes a quick drag.
No, she still hasn't stopped, and at this point, she doesn't think she will. Explosions of death are more likely than death from a little stick.
Smoke escapes in a sigh. She's good, just...weary.
And botherable.
No, she still hasn't stopped, and at this point, she doesn't think she will. Explosions of death are more likely than death from a little stick.
Smoke escapes in a sigh. She's good, just...weary.
And botherable.