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“For those already dead it is a good thing, for simple mortals it is death just waiting to happen.” Seeing that cigarettes killed humans. It was nothing more than a death stick. “So, your an addicted smoker?” 

          “I wouldn’t say it’s a bad habit–! I’m sure that I’d be very grateful if I did smoke!” She chirped. After all, she was so excited to even be offered something that she had taken it anyways. “…entertaining?”

You slipped your hands into the pockets of your slacks, and turned to the side. You seemed to be staring at something--which was nothing. You were zoning out.

“They’d just pick the lock; If someone wants what little I have, so badly, then let them have it.” She could replace ‘things’.

See, now that was just temptation, and Izumi didn’t say no to temptation. She slowly approached them, lighting her cigarette and getting up in the defensive face.

“Just how short, pretty thing? Tomorrow, or next year? I need to file my taxes, and that might complicate things.” She let out a stream of smoke, it wisping around them.

You would never understand lesser creatures. Ever--period. Now you just felt awkward.

“--It was a joke,” you said flatly. “I’m not very funny but, damn, I try to be.” You noticed that when people died--and you had to guide them to the afterlife--it was always best to start out with a joke.

             Quickly she nodded, a small hand offering it back to him. “S-Sorry, you’re right. I just…didn’t w-want to say no? I thought…that’d be rude–”

“Well, not everyone is dying to try such a sweet addiction.” More like a disgusting cancer stick. She was already dead and will always refused the thing. 

          “A-Ah, sure–!” She panicked and took it, despite not being one to smoke. Now she’s just kind of…holding it. Whoops.

“Thought you’d never ask– thanks. Nice face.”

“Thanks but no thanks. I don’t smoke.” 

i haven’t been active much lately. i think i’m either getting sick, or my body just hates me. i’ve got a damn headache strong enough to knock over a horse.

or however that expression goes....

||ღ|| “I know I’ve always said I have a weakness for dirty boys– but this is just ridiculous.” The goddess walks around the room, careful not to step on anything that was in the way. …Which was all but impossible.

“You’re as old as time and yet you don’t seem to know how a broom works, beloved. Whatever am I going to do with you? Even Claymore isn’t this sloppy.”

“--It’s not that bad,” you grumbled. You ever so casually placed yourself between Dove’s line of sight, and the large pile of pizza boxes behind you. Pizza--especially topped with sausage--was delicious. It was true that you didn’t need to eat to sustain yourself but, damn, was it good.