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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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[un_beau_coquin]

[He twitches, his shoulders tensing immediately.]

Mon dieu, is it zhat obvious? [He's trying his best not to glare. Quitting smoking, what is that.]

[un_beau_coquin]

[His eyes twitch and he scrambles to snatch the box out of Sniper's hands. He fumbles with the box, itching to open it but knowing it would be no use without a lighter.]

Wh-Where did you get zhis?

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy's eyes light right up when they find what's in Sniper's hands.] You are my savior, mon ami, mon dieu--

[He all but rips the pack open and pops a cigarette into his mouth, stashing the rest for later in a pocket on the inside of his vest. Then he leans towards the lighter, his hands floating around as if he wanted to light it himself.]

[un_beau_coquin]

[As soon as the thing's lit, Spy takes a nice, long drag. On the exhale he sighs, satisfied.]

Merci, mon ami. You are a life saver.

[un_beau_coquin]

[He smiles around the cigarette.] If zhis is what I get for cutting your 'air, I should do it more often.

[ooc: Uh. Facial structure matches model, hair is dark brown and a bit long. Swept back. I'm gonna have a drawing put up soon.]

[un_beau_coquin]

I am not a man of such extremes. [He grins.] Zhough zhat was a lovely and accurate impersonation, mon ami. Obviously you are razzer well acquainted wizh Spies, non?

[un_beau_coquin]

Come now, mon ami. At least you know zhat we always 'ave your back.

[un_beau_coquin]

[A light chuckle.] Well, I am on your team, am I not? My knife 'as never been on your back.