Disclaimer: Don't own Black Jack
Black Jack rapidly waved his hand in the air in an attempt to swoosh away the swirling gray that invaded his personal space.
Kiriko laughed as he blew another lung-full of smoke purposefully towards the younger mans direction.
A low sigh escaped Black Jack as he tried to level his irritation at the other mans constant attacks. No longer interested in the book he was trying to read, Black Jack closed it shut and took in a low, shallow breath, involuntarily inhaling the cigarettes vaporous scents. He glared at Kiriko who sat with an amused grin. Struggling to sound calm he said. "Will you please stop that?"
"Stop what?" Kiriko replied, feigning innocence. He blew out another puff of smoke while at the same time moving a strand of silver hair in that same breath.
Black Jack glared at the older man and had half a mind to take that damn thing out of his mouth and shove it in his remaining eye.
Again Kiriko laughed at the look on the young doctors face as he tapped a small column of ashes into a nearby tray. "I love that look on your face." He smiled.
Black Jack angrily grunted. Honestly, cigarette smoke never really bothered him considering he smoked himself, but just the fact that it was being blown out of Kiriko's disgustingly damned mouth and being purposefully sent his way annoyed the crap out of him. "If you're going to smoke, do it outside."
Taking another long drag, Kiriko opened his mouth letting the gray substance slowly rise in the air in a snake-like manner. "You're in my clinic. If the smoke bothers you so much then YOU go outside."
Black Jack rolled his eye's at Kiriko's rude and smug reply as he got up off the chair and made his way out of the room. He stopped briefly to glance back at the silver haired man. "I hope you choke on that."
Kiriko chuckled as he watched the angry man leave his sight. Another gray cloud left his mouth, filling the area around him with a light haze. After a short minute, he glanced out the small window and watched Black Jack sit down on a bench a few feet from his view.
An amused smile played across the death-doctors face. He brought the cigarette back up to his face to take another drag, but this time-
*cough*cough*hack*cough*
coughing uncontrollably, Kiriko dropped the cigarette to the tiled floor and stumbled over to the window before forcefully lifting it opening. A fist was quickly brought up towards his mouth as he continued his coughing fit. Small droplets of spit covering his knuckles.
Hearing the irregular cough, Black Jack looked to the side to see Kiriko hanging half out the window and practically spitting into his hand. He stared for a moment, then went back to his book.
Kiriko looked up at the other man as his coughs subsided. After wiping away some cough-forced tears from his eye, he grinned as he played back Black Jack's words in his head. "I hope you choke on that."
He watched that satisfied smirk on the young doctor's lips and said to himself. "Damn guy."
Why is Black Jack at Kiriko's place in here?
... I don't know