despite the smell and the delicate acrid burn in his nostrils, choso still steps forth, reaching out with his uncaked hand to carefully take the little cigarette in (what feels like) bigger clumsier fingers. he handles it as if it were a tiny stick of dynamite, fitting it with such meticulous motions between his lips, as he’d seen Toji do it. ]
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despite the smell and the delicate acrid burn in his nostrils, choso still steps forth, reaching out with his uncaked hand to carefully take the little cigarette in (what feels like) bigger clumsier fingers. he handles it as if it were a tiny stick of dynamite, fitting it with such meticulous motions between his lips, as he’d seen Toji do it. ]