[ How surprising. Or perhaps it isn't, Hokuto isn't sure. He glances down at the cigarette between his fingers, then back at Rasu.
And he takes another drag, blowing up the smoke toward the ceiling. He's not so rude as to blow it into the guy's face. If it's someone he detests maybe... but he doesn't detest Rasu. ]
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And he takes another drag, blowing up the smoke toward the ceiling. He's not so rude as to blow it into the guy's face. If it's someone he detests maybe... but he doesn't detest Rasu. ]
How, exactly, is it bad for a spirit to smoke?