[ He has a tendency to repel it, but then he has a tendency to get drenched in human blood and ichor all the same. However, you'd hope that that material would be decent considering it's the sort that promises to cost more than someone's first car.
He doesn't even bother to roll up his sleeves as he picks up the two items slid across to him. He palms the battery in one hand as he uses the pale pads of his fingers to pinch off and free a sizable piece of the finer mesh. He deposits what remains of the steel wool back on the table, passes the bundle of metal to his empty hand. ]
Like this, [ he hums. He turns the battery over in his palm and points the terminal outward. ] You'll have about three seconds.
[ He reaches out to where he anticipates the cigarette to be and touches the raised edge of the battery to the mesh. It doesn't even take a moment before it sparks, the red glow eating bright and hungry through the woven metal toward where Ryo keeps his fingers curled back. ]
[ Katou's good at moving fast, and works quickly to make sure the end of the cigarette is properly lit before the fire dies out. He takes a deep drag, letting it out with a relieved sigh. ]
[ 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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He doesn't even bother to roll up his sleeves as he picks up the two items slid across to him. He palms the battery in one hand as he uses the pale pads of his fingers to pinch off and free a sizable piece of the finer mesh. He deposits what remains of the steel wool back on the table, passes the bundle of metal to his empty hand. ]
Like this, [ he hums. He turns the battery over in his palm and points the terminal outward. ] You'll have about three seconds.
[ He reaches out to where he anticipates the cigarette to be and touches the raised edge of the battery to the mesh. It doesn't even take a moment before it sparks, the red glow eating bright and hungry through the woven metal toward where Ryo keeps his fingers curled back. ]
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Holy shit, that was cool.
[ He offers the cigarette to Ryo. ]
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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. ]