[ Sakamoto isn't a smoker, and he doesn't think he ever will be one. the smoke in his mouth, his throat, his lungs is an acrid thing, smoother than burning wood, grass, cloth, other things, but too similar still. singed tobacco and chemicals he probably couldn't name on a good day.
but he still pulls each drag deep, lets it sit a second before exhaling quiet and heavy, silent sighs each.
how in the hell did toushirou tolerate these things? ]
I trust you with it.
[ he says it simple and neat, imparting a fact. the sky is blue, the sand is warm, the stars are beautiful. ]
I'll teach you proper maintenance for it.
[ it'll be okay, his tone seems to suggest, the way his arm nudges in a little closer, protective, defensive. i'll be here to teach it. ]
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but he still pulls each drag deep, lets it sit a second before exhaling quiet and heavy, silent sighs each.
how in the hell did toushirou tolerate these things? ]
I trust you with it.
[ he says it simple and neat, imparting a fact. the sky is blue, the sand is warm, the stars are beautiful. ]
I'll teach you proper maintenance for it.
[ it'll be okay, his tone seems to suggest, the way his arm nudges in a little closer, protective, defensive. i'll be here to teach it. ]