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Shizuo grunted in irritation staring into the empty cigarette pack. He could've sworn he had at least one more left! Somehow he must have smoked it without even realizing it...
How that was even possible, he wasn't sure, Shizuo figured he would've noticed smoking the last one so that he would know when to go out and purchase another pack.
Apparently that was wrong, though.
Now he was irritated and smoke-less - a decidedly bad combination for a smoker.
With a growl he crumpled the pack in his hands, brow furrowing further than before at this action. He blinked as something was shoved towards his balled up fist, a rather familiar object;
A pack of cigarettes.
He blinked down at the pack, at the hand that held it before tracing along the arm and up to the person who leaned over the railing she was on the other side of to hold it out in his site, a cigarette already in her mouth. Silence reigned as dark eyes watched him unflinchingly before she smiled;
"You look like you could bum one," she explained laxly before Shizuo reached out to take the proffered pack, pulling out a cancer stick and handing it back to the woman. She promptly tucked it away in her pocket while Shizuo went about lighting his cigarette.
"Thanks," he grumbled appreciatively taking a long drag afterwards. The two remained in silence after that, Shizuo taking a spot leaning back against the railing and ignoring the crowd and their conversations around them.
"The name's Reni."
"Shizuo."
Funny how a bit of human decency could lead to a comfortable silence to someone you didn't even really now.