| [Sep. 2nd, 2009|10:17 pm] |
"I wish," Genma agreed. "Rina said she'd bring chocolate when she comes to visit next time. I told her to get you the kind with coffee in it, but if you want another kind I can probably get a message to her through Ito-sensei." He let the taste of the tobacco roll around his mouth, soft and dense like a custard made of smoke. The nicotine washed over him, a delicious happy drowning of the senses in a rush. He could feel his heart beat just a little faster, a little stronger. Feel everything take on a sort of bright-edged intensity. Hell yeah, he'd missed that. And he needed another drag. He reached his hand out towards Raidou, who obligingly passed the cig over.
The first hit had been careful, coaxing the tobacco to light, easing the smoke in shallowly. This second one was the real one. He inhaled as deeply as sore ribs allowed. This time started as good as the last, but there was a catch when poison-damaged lungs tried to cope with the deeper draw. He stopped himself before it turned into a problem, coughing as carefully and delicately as he could manage. Raidou gave him a sharp look, but Genma shook his head. Smiled around watering eyes, and brought the cigarette back to his lips, sipping at it slowly. Just a little. Just enough to bring him... Yes. Bliss.
He grinned, passed it back to Raidou, and let the smoke curl thinly from his lips. "Just gotta take it a little slow," he said in a raspy but thoroughly satisfied voice.
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