Precisely! I'm glad we see eye to eye on this, Miss Anna. [ there's... a needle. why on earth does she have a needle? self-defense? looping- no, that's simply ridiculous. satoko continues talking even as she wonders. ] As for the tobacco, do whatever you wish. I've no need to...
[ the smokes come out. a jiggle of the pack is all that's necessary; just like that, satoko is staring down at the end of a cigarette. for a moment, she stares at, not really sure what to do. they're nasty things; they stain teeth and clothes and create waste everywhere. they make it hard to breathe, a sour, acrid smell that doesn't wash out easily.
but...
but there's some part of it that's nostalgic, as well. as awful as that scent was - as awful as those memories could be - that smell was from a time when satoshi was still near. and even though she's long since given up on his return, there's still some fondness that unwillingly burbles up from within her.
she reaches out without entirely thinking about it, squinting at the cigarette before tucking it between her lips. (the right way, of course. she's seen it enough times.) ]
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[ the smokes come out. a jiggle of the pack is all that's necessary; just like that, satoko is staring down at the end of a cigarette. for a moment, she stares at, not really sure what to do. they're nasty things; they stain teeth and clothes and create waste everywhere. they make it hard to breathe, a sour, acrid smell that doesn't wash out easily.
but...
but there's some part of it that's nostalgic, as well. as awful as that scent was - as awful as those memories could be - that smell was from a time when satoshi was still near. and even though she's long since given up on his return, there's still some fondness that unwillingly burbles up from within her.
she reaches out without entirely thinking about it, squinting at the cigarette before tucking it between her lips. (the right way, of course. she's seen it enough times.) ]
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