Nel saw the cigarette, she saw it slip between the man's lips, and she saw him light an actual match. Matches were something people with no skill in magic used. Something that people that didn't hunt and didn't tend to be outside when they were trying to light fires used.
A little book of them had the overtones of seedy bar about it, too. You'd have expected a lighter to go with the case, perhaps, but not a little matchbook.
"I'm sorry," she said, looking up at Tyki. It wasn't fair that he had to look good with a cigarette in his mouth. "I have to ask you not to smoke in here."
As much as a part of Nel trembled at the idea of telling this man, Tyki, what to do, another part of her was too stubborn not to. She couldn't enforce the rule for Hojo just because he was a grotty little slimeball and not enforce it for Tyki.
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Date: 2018-04-30 09:39 pm (UTC)A little book of them had the overtones of seedy bar about it, too. You'd have expected a lighter to go with the case, perhaps, but not a little matchbook.
"I'm sorry," she said, looking up at Tyki. It wasn't fair that he had to look good with a cigarette in his mouth. "I have to ask you not to smoke in here."
As much as a part of Nel trembled at the idea of telling this man, Tyki, what to do, another part of her was too stubborn not to. She couldn't enforce the rule for Hojo just because he was a grotty little slimeball and not enforce it for Tyki.