#pervfever

th*y tuck the cigarette th*y pulled out between th*ir lips and light it using a lighter wei hadnt noticed in th*ir hand. th*y take a few drags from the cigarette.

then, out of nothing, th*y ask if wei think th*y're hot. red flowers bloom from muir cheeks. were wei that obvious?

of course, wei answer. yes. th*y chuckle and pick one of the flowers sprouting from muis, looking at it for a moment with a small smile. wei pluck the other one off muirselves and put it in muir pocket to help muis remember later the events occuring now.

then, th*y offer muis a chance to th*ir cig. wei accept th*m on th*ir suggestion this time, cautiously bringing it to muir lips and pulling a breath through. th*y laugh a breathy chuckle when wei double-over in a fit of coughs. wei recover rather quickly though and return to th*m th*ir cig, staring at th*m while th*ir eyes flutter closed and th*y visibly relax.

after a bit of silence, th*y prompt muis again, dangling the cig between two pretty fingers, tilting it towards muis. once more, wei accept, and this time, wei dont enter a coughing fit. noticing this, th*y pull the cigarette box out again from th*ir coat pocket and pick another cig out. as th*y move to grab th*ir lighter, th*ir eyes flicker up to muir halo with a smirk. we come to a stop on the sidewalk, and th*y lean into muis, tilting th*ir head up so the cig between th*ir lips collides with muir halo.

nothing happens, and th*y frown, so wei raise a pointer finger to draw th*ir attention and silently plead th*m to wait a moment before raising up onto muir tippytoes and twisting muir head softly to scrape muir horns against the halo. this creates a spark, and th*y quickly light the cigarette that way, clearly pleased with muis and muir actions. wei wonder if th*y know that this means muir horns are now a hundredth of a millimeter thinner. it doesnt matter much to muis, wei convince muirselves; wei'd shave off more than that for th*m.

th*y inspect the newly lit cig for a moment, noting the odd color illuminating the tip. with a pleasant expression, th*y replace the cig in th*ir mouth with the new one wei lit for th*m and hand muis the other one. we keep walking, chatting idly.

th*y make th*ir way through the cig surprisingly quickly. wei've taken a few breaths from muirs, but it's not particularly appealing; it certainly isnt enough to keep muis from feeling butterfly nerves in muir insides around th*m. so wei have little use for it, really.

when th*y finish th*irs, th*y stub out the cig against the wall, tossing the butt of it into the next trash can we come across. after having disposed of th*ir own, th*y notice muirs and give muis a confused look as to why wei havent done much with it. wei offer it to th*m wordlessly, and th*y accept, taking a few puffs.

another minute or two passes, and wei know wei're about to reach the end of our walk. th*y're about done with the cig and are reaching th*ir hand out to stub it out on the building next to th*m when wei stop th*m.