[ The exchange goes a little like this: Ryo discards the mesh as soon as the cherry is lit, the red tongue of embers just missing the full of his fingers. It hits the water with a satisfying hiss, and he palms the battery in one hand while he accepts the cigarette with other. Each movement chains into the next, uninterrupted, as he lifts the filter to his lips: ]
Thanks, [ he says, with the faintest glimmer of teeth. They're disguised again in the next breath as Ryo takes a longer drag, eyes flitting once to the bowl of water to make sure the embers stay dead. He doesn't wince or cough at all as he eventually extends it back, smoke spooling through the pale of his fingers as the easy roll of his wrist sheds ash. ]
I could explain why it works, but you likely just want to smoke your cigarette.
[ He doesn't seem self-depreciating at all. It just reads like a habit. ]
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Thanks, [ he says, with the faintest glimmer of teeth. They're disguised again in the next breath as Ryo takes a longer drag, eyes flitting once to the bowl of water to make sure the embers stay dead. He doesn't wince or cough at all as he eventually extends it back, smoke spooling through the pale of his fingers as the easy roll of his wrist sheds ash. ]
I could explain why it works, but you likely just want to smoke your cigarette.
[ He doesn't seem self-depreciating at all. It just reads like a habit. ]