[Oh, now that's really nice. He tightens nice and firm on Barnabas at the very sight, the anticipation of it all. It had been a month since a cigar tasted like a cigar. Since then each he smoked had been as unsatisfying as the last. Yes, the nicotine always hit his blood, his mouth filled with smoke, but the experience was just wrong. And more stamps only added more flavors, rather than correct the issue.]
[He just drinks in the way he holds the cigar, elegant looking even in his state. Really, the behemoth bit only made this more surreal, more dreamlike. And with all the dreams he had been spending time in, he can't help but feel like this is just another one. ]
Well. [He reaches up to move a bit of hair from his face so that the lit end of the cigar doesn't get too close. ] Til then, maybe you could put the next one right into my mouth for me?
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[He just drinks in the way he holds the cigar, elegant looking even in his state. Really, the behemoth bit only made this more surreal, more dreamlike. And with all the dreams he had been spending time in, he can't help but feel like this is just another one. ]
Well. [He reaches up to move a bit of hair from his face so that the lit end of the cigar doesn't get too close. ] Til then, maybe you could put the next one right into my mouth for me?
[And he waits with parted lips.]