#hint hint...hint hint..

           and just like that, the cigarette he’d ( quite literally ) already tasted on his tongue is torn from his mouth. let this be a lesson: nothing is forever—sometimes that applies even to things you’d never quite gotten to savor in the first place. tongue clicks as he reaches for another cigarette from his pack—more cautiously this time; gaze resting on the other with flagrant suspicion all the while—... only for his fingers to close around nothingness. ( really now ). “... ... did you know? petty larceny is a capital crime on proxima centauri. heard of a guy getting his fingertips cut off when tryin’ to pilfer a bunch of stale candy bars.”