[she puts her own cigarette between her lips, then pricks her ring finger with the needle. a couple drops of blood spill out, but that's all it takes for her to create a small flame and light her cig. and, because she's feeling relaxed, comfortable—because she's feeling open, she leans forward and touches the tip of her own cigarette to the end of satoko's.]
[it's something that samatoki always liked doing, she remembered him telling her once. it's something that she might keep doing. but either way she pulls back, takes a slow drag, and blows smoke away from the two of them, into the air.]
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[she puts her own cigarette between her lips, then pricks her ring finger with the needle. a couple drops of blood spill out, but that's all it takes for her to create a small flame and light her cig. and, because she's feeling relaxed, comfortable—because she's feeling open, she leans forward and touches the tip of her own cigarette to the end of satoko's.]
[it's something that samatoki always liked doing, she remembered him telling her once. it's something that she might keep doing. but either way she pulls back, takes a slow drag, and blows smoke away from the two of them, into the air.]