carrot: i couldn't help it. Tyki-fandomness has won the war against my brain.
disclaimer: D.Gray-Man belongs to Hoshino Katsura.
"Hey, Tyki?"
Said man cast a sideways glance, golden eyes holding an unreadable expression.
Road tilts her head, a curious look on her face. "Why do you smoke?"
He unconsciously flicks his gaze downwards, the white stick in his mouth suddenly becoming much more prominent.
He grins, "Because it makes me look cool."
Road laughs, shakes her head and starts skipping out of the room.
Of course that isn't the answer, but Tyki's piercing gaze had told her enough.
As the sound of Road's heels grow fainter, he removes the cigarette, absently watching the trail of grey smoke, curling into the air like a snake, then disappearing.
It smells musky, stinging, foul.
But it's the only way he can mask the smell of blood on him.