[ He's quiet as a ghost when he chooses to be, managing to part himself from Blade as he slumbers deeply for the first time ever without waking him, and carefully makes his way down to the front of the boarding house. He makes no sound this early, hoping to leave everyone to their rest and to spare them the inevitable smoke that he's going to be putting off soon.
He'll pause outside to stuff the pipe with tobacco. Better stuff than he's used to and, frankly, he prefers the cheap tobacco better, but who is he to complain? He'll prep the pipe and scratch a match to life, a little flicker of light coming into being briefly, to light it. That done, he can stomp the match out and take a deep drag off the pipe... then blow it out... ah, that's better. Much better than some cigarette. ]
[ Shinjiro's waking hours are still as unpredictable as ever, evidenced by the fact he's up now of all times; usually, he sleeps in till noon if he can. But while he could sleep like the dead after everything going on, there's an itch that has him rising from bed and tugging his coat on to slip down the stairs quietly.
He's got a nearly-empty carton of cigarettes in one hand as he opens the door, and one cigarette halfway to his lips when he realizes he isn't alone. There's that familiar acrid smell in the air that goes well with this scene that gives him a distinctive sense of Deja Vu. ]
What, smokes not doing it for you anymore? [ The pipe gets eyeballed. Isn't that fancy....and kinda familiar. Museum fare? ] Guess that does suit you more, though.
Ha, well. I usually have a pipe on me, just not in this place. I was never going to say no to a few cigarettes, however.
[ Though Childermass had not expected to have company at this hour and he looks questioningly at the younger man, head turned to eye him from the corner of an eye. ]
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week 5, one last smoke! i am assuming they have an actual Sunday??? idk
Date: 2025-12-14 03:50 am (UTC)He'll pause outside to stuff the pipe with tobacco. Better stuff than he's used to and, frankly, he prefers the cheap tobacco better, but who is he to complain? He'll prep the pipe and scratch a match to life, a little flicker of light coming into being briefly, to light it. That done, he can stomp the match out and take a deep drag off the pipe... then blow it out... ah, that's better. Much better than some cigarette. ]
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Date: 2025-12-14 09:02 am (UTC)He's got a nearly-empty carton of cigarettes in one hand as he opens the door, and one cigarette halfway to his lips when he realizes he isn't alone. There's that familiar acrid smell in the air that goes well with this scene that gives him a distinctive sense of Deja Vu. ]
What, smokes not doing it for you anymore? [ The pipe gets eyeballed. Isn't that fancy....and kinda familiar. Museum fare? ] Guess that does suit you more, though.
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Date: 2025-12-16 12:03 am (UTC)Ha, well. I usually have a pipe on me, just not in this place. I was never going to say no to a few cigarettes, however.
[ Though Childermass had not expected to have company at this hour and he looks questioningly at the younger man, head turned to eye him from the corner of an eye. ]
A bit early for you, isn't it?