Jim wasn’t a casual smoker. He didn’t smoke to kill himself faster or because he thought it made him look cool. He simple smoked from time to time because he liked the taste of ash in the back of his throat. He’d nick just a one cig from Sebastian and sit out on the balcony, sometimes buck naked other times in a sheet and just puff. He enjoyed the way the smoke curled up around his head in little rings. He enjoyed the calm it gave him. In a little bit he’d regret it but for now it was comfort. Well look at this lovely little surprise; thank you, dear~ ❤
Lady Karasu 