The cigar appears in the dreadlocks-haired man's hand as if it has always been there. In fact, Chihiro Fujisaki can't really remember her partner nothaving one in his mouth when he's not eating or sleeping. She watches as he lights it and takes a deep inhale, sits down on the bed in the grungy apartment that they share, looks out the dark window at the bright city lights.
"Ah, Chi-chi, it's great, isn't it?" Yasuhiro Hagakure says happily, and Chihiro sits down beside him, gently smoothing out the wrinkles in her dark brown umbrella skirt, tugging at her suspenders.
"Well, y-yes, I suppose. T-though, shouldn't w-we be looking for M-Mondo and I-Ishimaru? I b-believe we were supposed to s-see them, tonight..."
"Don't ya' remember, Chi-chi? They're gonna come by later, we don't have to go look." Hagakure flops back on the bed, holding the cigar carefully between his teeth. He exhales, a cloud of smoke leaving his nose and mouth. "Sides, gives us more time ta' cuddle, right?"
"Haga—!" Chihiro starts to say, before the man's tanned arms wrap around her waist and pull her close to him. She doesn't struggle, just lays her head against Hagakure's chest and smiles a bit. She's glad for these moments. They remind her that she's free, that they're free. "W-well, I...I suppose we can...f-for just a bit!"
"I like the sound of that," Hagakure laughs, then coughs a bit as some smoke goes down the wrong way. Giggling, Chihiro lays her head against Hagakure's chest, able to forget for just a moment that they were bloodthirsty chimera looking for people to kill.