Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2014 5:45:13 GMT
She does, she stands up and goes into her bathroom. There's the sound of rifling, opening cabinets and rummaging through them and she walks back out with a cigarette and a zippo lighter. The cigarette is sort of crushed, from a box that is even more crushed that one of the few boyfriends who had made it to her bedroom left. She never bothered throwing it out because you never knew when you'd need it.
Nae had smoked cigarettes briefly
In high school and had no problem quitting - one of the few exceptions to addictions. She cracked a window in her kitchen and lit the battered cigarette that was between her lips. The smoke escaped outside when she exhaled. Looking at the couch and the boy on it, Nae was disappointed that there was one thing she couldn't just seem to quit.
Can you get off me? She couldn't believe he'd said that to her. She wanted to strangle him, to spit and hiss and chase him out of her apartment. It was impossible to take her eyes off him, but the expression was far from loving. Again, she was the queen watching someone walk up to the gallows.
@frank gomen ill handwrite one soon but I'm mobile sooo
Nae had smoked cigarettes briefly
In high school and had no problem quitting - one of the few exceptions to addictions. She cracked a window in her kitchen and lit the battered cigarette that was between her lips. The smoke escaped outside when she exhaled. Looking at the couch and the boy on it, Nae was disappointed that there was one thing she couldn't just seem to quit.
Can you get off me? She couldn't believe he'd said that to her. She wanted to strangle him, to spit and hiss and chase him out of her apartment. It was impossible to take her eyes off him, but the expression was far from loving. Again, she was the queen watching someone walk up to the gallows.
@frank gomen ill handwrite one soon but I'm mobile sooo
