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Quitting smoking hadn’t been a voluntary choice for Seiichiro. He knew it existed in Romani, he’d seen the doctor hold one.... Only for Aresh to pull him away. Like all things there they contained mana, more so than other things so on the long run it’d have been dangerous and that wasn’t about the health hazards.

But here was different. So as long as it wasn’t from a magical source. When Seiichiro saw the young man smoking he stared. His eyes lit up in pure excitement as he approached

V, you smell that? The image of Johnny Silverhand stands with his back against the wall of a building at the corner of the street. They glance at him and take a deep inhale- less pissy and trashy than Watson.. corndogs somewhere down the street but they doubted that’s what he meant- the second they catch a whiff of that smoke they sigh.

“You’re gettin me into some real bad habits..” V grumbles. Cause you’re just a glowing example of good habits. His voice rings with extra sarcasm. Eyes roll at the retort and V pats their pockets down, hitting something in the front they pull out a cigarette case.. Poor Eve... yeah yeah poor Eve ask ‘im if he’s got a light. 

V pulls a cigarette out of the case and approaches the redhead. “Yo, got a light I could borrow? ‘m all out.” They say as they wag the cigarette at him.

“Mister! Hey! Hey Mister! Hey! Heeee~y! Slow down!”

A blur of orange makes a sudden appearance. This time, she’s shouting at a random stranger for no reason. It looks like she has something really important to say.

... But she can’t get the words out, because she ran out of breath while running after him.

“That.... That eyepatch..... Is really cool......”

Eddie Brock was in the business of sneaking around in order to get answers. He was great at shadowing people, so good that he knew when he was being shadowed himself. Having walked around enough to know this wasn’t an accident, he finally turned to address this.

Ogata stares down to where his feet just sank. It’s something hot but not quite enough to have him pull his foot back. It’s also fairly sticky and smells rather good... Someone’s dinner? 

His head turns to the closest guy standing. 

The nearly eight feet of iridescent muscle has no idea that he’s fully visible to all as he floats up behind Badou while the boy has out the pack, reaching over his shoulder to gingerly plucking a smoke out at an angle. Invisible and intangible to non-Stand users as he is back home, he may have gotten away with making it appear as though it fell out on its own. Unfortunately he’s solid, hovering an inch off the redhead, and his hand large enough to crush a grown man’s skull is clearly in view.