Too busy stealing glances at War's new arm - it was a strong and perfectly fine working arm and it looked fancy but it was still made by a heathen - Famine didn't notice the cigarette theft until it was too late. The corners of his mouth curled up and painted a curious little smile on his narrow face.
No matter how well they concealed it, neither of them could deny their true nature. They were predators, all three of them, exuding violence, destruction and decay.
"Don't hold back on my account," the Black Rider said in a sing-song voice, slipping his hands into his pockets. Since this was not exactly his area of expertise he was more than happy to let the other two go wild.
Maybe he'd pick something nice up afterwards. Something~