[ Nishikiyama isn't an expert on whether this is true or not himself, but he's mighty good at pretending that he is. Behind Mine's kirin he's somewhat drowsy now, but an urge to smoke is still there. After another moment of laying intertwined with him, Nishikiyama slides himself up onto one of his elbows, sniffing the room once to affirm something to himself. He pats and pulls at the end table drawer in search of cigarettes. ]
âI'll open a window.
[ There are enough bedsheets on Mine's bed for him to wrap some of the thin ones around his hips to keep some shade of modesty in place. He steals a box of Mine's brand and moves to the sliding door with a train of sheets that drag after him. ]
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[ Nishikiyama isn't an expert on whether this is true or not himself, but he's mighty good at pretending that he is. Behind Mine's kirin he's somewhat drowsy now, but an urge to smoke is still there. After another moment of laying intertwined with him, Nishikiyama slides himself up onto one of his elbows, sniffing the room once to affirm something to himself. He pats and pulls at the end table drawer in search of cigarettes. ]
âI'll open a window.
[ There are enough bedsheets on Mine's bed for him to wrap some of the thin ones around his hips to keep some shade of modesty in place. He steals a box of Mine's brand and moves to the sliding door with a train of sheets that drag after him. ]