[ The smoke of the cigarette lazily drifts up as Mikoto grows quiet. He's been ignoring the silence until then, pretending it wasn't there. That this bar, this place he called home for so long wasn't so painfully empty of the people that used to frequent. Without them, it was just another meaningless place. ]
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[ He slips the cigarette out of his mouth and crushes it on the ashtray, his eyes on the ash before he burns it into nothing. ]
no subject
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[ He slips the cigarette out of his mouth and crushes it on the ashtray, his eyes on the ash before he burns it into nothing. ]
I don't have them here.