[he says, exhaling smoke with each word. it lingers in the air around them like a heated fog before dispersing into the night. and before he can say anything else. . . she offers him her card]
[. . .]
[he takes it after only a brief moment of hesitation, flipping it over to read the words written on the front. a sharp inhale]
Shit, Shoko.
[what a fucking awful thing to have to experience. as if having to mourn the death of her friend wasn't bad enough]
no subject
[he says, exhaling smoke with each word. it lingers in the air around them like a heated fog before dispersing into the night. and before he can say anything else. . . she offers him her card]
[. . .]
[he takes it after only a brief moment of hesitation, flipping it over to read the words written on the front. a sharp inhale]
Shit, Shoko.
[what a fucking awful thing to have to experience. as if having to mourn the death of her friend wasn't bad enough]