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Author's Note: Because I got such nice reviews from Sakurazuka-chan and Silver Salamander, I've decided to make this a series of interconnected drabbles. Enjoy!

Habit; 2

There's a click and then the nothingness of a dial tone. My smile slips a little—he hung up on me!—but I regain my composure without trouble. I realise he's decided to play a game, and I will join him.

Not, of course, because I care. I don't care. I never have, and I never will. However, he's grown to be… a habit. Like smoking, I think, as I tap ashes off my cigarette. Just as I could quit smoking if I wanted to, I could quit playing with him.

I won't, though, because both are such pleasant habits.