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[un_beau_coquin]

 [Spy is craving smokes and he's craving them bad. There are some in his bedside drawer at home, but from all he's heard, he's afraid to look at them.

To try and suppress his twitching, Spy has decided to go on a walk. The clean air around him is nothing like the nicotine he craves, but he supposes it wouldn't be too bad to try and quit now, right

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[justdumbluck]

[Firo has never been much of a library person, but he's desperate for information. The virtues of libraries have been extolled to him before, and he reluctantly decides that it's the place to go if he wants information.

However, this particular library has more interesting things than books, one of which is the rather perturbed man fumbling the poor things all over the place. Firo wanders on over.]

Hey, pal, you okay?

[un_beau_coquin]

[He nearly jumps right out of his skin at the sound of a voice addressing him.]

M-Moi? Es-tu parles à moi?

[justdumbluck]

[He raises an eyebrow as the guy spouts words from an unfamiliar language.]

Uh... What? I don't speak... whatever it is you're speakin'.

[un_beau_coquin]

[He shakes his head as if to clear it.]

Apologies, Monsieur. I-- am simply stressed, you see. [He smooths down the front of his vest, trying to keep the tremors out of his hand and voice.]

[justdumbluck]

[He smiles when he hears a language he understands]

Yeah, it looks like it. What's botherin' you?

[un_beau_coquin]

Mmn. I zhink it may be wizhdrawal, but I am not certain. [He returns the smile, his lips tight. Totally acting normaly, what are you talking about.] Mais, I zhink I can 'andle it. Zhank you for your concern.

[justdumbluck]

Withdrawal? Like, you're an addict?

[He stares unabashedly; he's never seen one up close before.]

[un_beau_coquin]

[He laughs, though it sounds more like someone punched him in the stomach and he's trying to catch his breath.]

I would not put it zhat way, Monsieur. It sounds so... unpleasant. I smoke cigarettes, you see.

[justdumbluck]

Just 'cause it's unpleasant doesn't make it any less true.

[He laughs at the revelation. He'd expected something more harmful, like opium.]

I didn't know you could get withdrawal from those.

[un_beau_coquin]

Addiction is addiction, monsieur. Nicotine is not very nice in zhat regard.

[justdumbluck]

Really? I thought it was better than some a' that other stuff you could get into. Back home almost everybody I know smokes. Can't be that bad, can it?

[un_beau_coquin]

Well, I suppose it would depend on your definition of bad, non? If constantly feeling 'ungry and being very irritable is not so bad, zhen I suppose not, no.

[He clenches his teeth.] I 'aven't 'ad a cigarette in a few days and look what I 'ave become.

[justdumbluck]

Maybe it's kinda bad, but there's always worse.

Why cant'cha just get one here? They gotta have 'em somewhere, right?

[un_beau_coquin]

Zhere is worse. It is called smoking zhe garbage zhe Americans endorse as cigarettes.

[justdumbluck]

I was thinkin' more along the lines of starvin'.

[He laughs]

Really that bad, eh?

[un_beau_coquin]

Mmn. Well, oui, of course, mais-- [He pinches the bridge of his nose.] I am sure you can understand zhat zhere is really only one zhing on my mind.

Zhough I do feel as if I am starving... [He sighs.] I do 'ope I 'ave better luck wizh finding somezhing to eat 'ere. I do not trust anyzhing in my "'ouse".