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[twiststheblade]

It's been. . . a long time, but there's a silent little samurai curled up in her usual chair, watching the universe dying and idly polishing her tanto. An unlit cigarette is drooping from her lower lip - she'll probably remember it at some point - and there's an untouched glass of bourbon on the table near her elbow. She looks slightly bored, and

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[waylostandfound]

"Waiting for a light?" He only smoked cigars very briefly in the Navy, but still, easy enough to ask the Bar for a lighter. Nathan also admired her choice of drink.

[twiststheblade]

Miho blinks up at him, and then remembers her cigarette. She takes it from her lips, and eyes it with a wry smile, shrugging at him. Whoops.

[waylostandfound]

"Up to you really," He remarked casually with a shrug back.

[twiststheblade]

She should probably smoke it. You know, seeing as it's out. She slides her trusty zippo out of her hip pocket and flicks the wheel, lighting up and blowing a plume of smoke away from him. She raises a questioning eyebrow and lifts the free hand, tilting it as if holding an imaginary glass. Does he want a drink?