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[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[After the rather disastrous end to his "battle" in the chess match, Luke is having a grand old time hacking and slashing away at the trunk of a tree in some secluded area with his knife. After a while he gets irritated with ...something; the tree, himself, the knife, who knows? Either way he cries out in general frustration and throws the knife aside and stalks a few feet from it, clicking his lighter with his hands cupped around his face. After a few clicks, he pulls the lighter away and exhales a mouthful of smoke, cigarette in his hand.] Tch.

[lolol becoming nsfw.]

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[engel]

[ Don't think we didn't see you skulk off. This particular Asch had followed the mechanic not long after and took to... not so much hiding as lurking nearby, waiting for Luke to grow either bored or weary of venting. It isn't as though he thought the street smart replica would be unable to sense his presence. It was simply easier this way. ]

I thought you gave those up.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

Call it a nostalgic keepsake.

[engel]

Your lungs are good enough for that.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

I'll be fine. [Says the kid that just started coughing, despite himself.]

[engel]

...

Right. Sit your ass down before I force you to.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

...I'm not sick, Asch. It's called Lung Cancer. [...How does that make you not sick.]

[engel]

... [ Looking at you like you're the stupidest thing on Auldrant and anywhere else, dreck. Also stalking towards him. ]

[fonmasta.livejournal.com]

[He's actually followed the noise that Luke's so good at making. It's recognizable in an unfamiliar place. But what he finds is a Luke lighting up..?]

That's.. not good for your health, Luke.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[Starts, coughing due to having inhaled the smoke. Smiles reproachfully at him after a moment.] ...lot of things I do aren't good for my health.

[fonmasta.livejournal.com]

[I laugh at that irony, laugh! But Ion looks a little worried.]

Well... You could cut back a little? [He really doesn't like the smell of smoke.. at least not in concentrate. So his nose wrinkles just a little.]

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[Takes a drag and exhales in the opposite direction so he's not blowing smoke at Ion, then frowns at his nose crinkling and shakes his hand for a while. Bending at the waist, he puts the cigarette out on the toe of his boot.] Fine, fine... If only because I don't need you getting secondhand.

[fonmasta.livejournal.com]

[A little smile for him.] I... didn't know you smoked. You didn't seem like the type.

Why were you... trying to burn off so much energy?

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

Usually I'm not. It's... sort of a long story. [More reproachful smiling.]

Ah, I freaked out for no reason in the chess match. Need practice with a weapon that isn't my nine anyway.

[gurenhai.livejournal.com]

...You do know how dangerous those are, right?

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

You'd think I didn't, with how many people have asked me that sort of question. Yes, I'm aware that I'm killing myself by way of Lung Cancer. Little late to say 'oh shit' now.

[gurenhai.livejournal.com]

...I just wanted to make sure. They didn't really seem too common on Auldrant at all.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[Sighs. No need to be clipped with an Asch that hasn't done anything wrong.] ...'s probably because that's not where I got them.

[gurenhai.livejournal.com]

I figured... It's really an earth thing, from what I can tell. At least, all the people I've seen using them are from there.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

Yeah. They were a gift from a girl in a convenience store in Los Angeles. [Frowns at the pack of them absently.]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Luke...?

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[Glances over his shoulder and closes his eyes over, taking a drag from his cigarette and making a point of standing downwind of him.] Hiya.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[Exhales in a whirl of bluewhite smoke, shrugging.] Destroying my lungs.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

What?

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[Waves the cigarette.] Tobacco, tar, nicotine... all sorts of delicious little nasties in these sticks.