Kirley had just finished shoving the box back into his back pocket when someone came over and asked for a spare. He sighed, but then nodded, pulling the beaten pack back out of his pocket again. "They're herbal though. Clove." Kirley shrugged and held out the pac to the boy. He was unfamiliar, most people here were, save for his Baby Doll and a few others who were around during his school years.
He held out his lighter too, one that he got on the same day as his new guitar. It wasn't too flashy, just a bright red with liquid moving around on the inside. He thought it was nifty and rather liked it.