Best way to get over a bad mood - is to put someone else in a worse one

[blitzkriegspitz]

[ slowly pulls out a packet of cigarettes, using his teeth to slip one out of the inner packet. heine hasn't taken up the habit himself, naw, it's like he's trying to bait someone else out of hiding. ]

Aah-- the taste of tobacco ...

[ plucking it from his lips, slowly smelling it with closed eyes. ]

Mmm-- that nicotine smells so addictive and strong...

[ pinching the bud of the cigarette, posing his index finger before flicking it to the floor. a heavy leather boot comes crushing down on it, grinding it down into paper, filter and dust. ]

Heh, never was my thing. Filthy habit if ya ask me. [ smirk ] I'd say what a waste but-- ...

[ slowly clasping and crushing the almost full packet in his hand, rendering the cigarettes all but unsmokable. ]

-- This is more of a waste, right?

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[culver]

[watching from off to the side, hands clasped behind her back. her smile says he's going to be so mad.]

[blitzkriegspitz]

[ with a side-glance, nill was spotted. A second later and a smirk pulled at his thin lips, as if to confirm he agreed with what her expression said she was thinking. ]

Just a li'l huh?

[ heine made his way over to her, knelt down so that he was more nill's height. tilting his head aside and pulling strands of blanched white hair away from his ear, showing her the last cigarette he had concealed, tucked snug behind his ear. ]

Our secret?

[ offering her his little finger, to lock and shake with her own. times like this, times with nill, heine actually seemed content. ]

sneaks on up in here too

[nicotinefit]

[Good job. You have Badou all but crying right now. He stares at the pack of cigarettes in Heine's hand in vain, his own hands gripping at air and shaking.]

But... why?

[he just about dashes to Heine, grabbing him by the shirt collar.]

What the hell, man?! That's not even fair!! You tryin' to start some shit?!

like a moth to the flame xD

[blitzkriegspitz]

[ moving his arm aside, holding the slowly crushing pack of cigarettes out and behind his own head, far out of Badou's reach. ]

You're gonna mess up my shirt there if ya not carful.

[ smirk. ]

pretty much!

[nicotinefit]

I'll mess up more than your shirt if ya' pull another stunt like that! I've been in here livin' off fumes, y'know!

[he reaches for the pack with his free hand, struggling like a small child trying to get candy from the top shelf. If he could just reach it, he would probably find some way to smoke them. Even if it meant lighting the whole thing on fire and breathing in the ashes.]

Easier than using a cell phone

[blitzkriegspitz]

What, gun smoke don't cut it for ya no more?

[ that's it, come on, try and get the pack, you can do it, almost there~ ... well, until Heine squeezes them fully, specks of tobacco dusting down from the broken pact. shame that Badou can't see the cigarette tucked behind Heine's ear, under his hair huh? ]

Oh totally. Faster, too!

[nicotinefit]

Not when there's no one to shoot! Unless you're volunteering?

[The fact that Heine is breaking open such a large amount of cigarettes must be throwing his senses off- Badou would have sniffed that one out by now if he was of 'sound mind'.]

Be even faster if there was some mafioso chasing you down too xD

[blitzkriegspitz]

Where's the list, sign me up.

[ Heine has a few extra packs back at his place, bought them when he had the chance, y'know, because he's just that much of a best bud and all, wouldn't wanna see you go crazy... That is unless it's for his own entertainment. Such as now for example~ ]

Of course! That would go ahead and activate the parkour skills

[nicotinefit]

[You're so cruel, Heine. Badou scoffs, pushing his shoulders roughly.]

Are you just fuckin' bored or something? Or are you a sadist, gettin' your kicks offa' watching me act desperate?