[ Eyes fall on the cigarette first, a wave of nausea hitting him out of reflex. Thankfully the entire display is cheesy enough to help gently disarm his loaded anxiety, and he musters enough curiosity to approach when beckoned. Cautious, unsure.
Then the line is delivered, and he hears someone laugh. It’s clipped, and quick, and maybe a touch confused. It’s another half second before it registers that it came from himself. Where did he even have the fuel to laugh in him? ]
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Then the line is delivered, and he hears someone laugh. It’s clipped, and quick, and maybe a touch confused. It’s another half second before it registers that it came from himself. Where did he even have the fuel to laugh in him? ]
… The Breakfast Club …
[ He can’t help it, that’s also a reflex. ]
Sensei, what in the hell are you doing?