^{@panpurcn     /    random ask.}

^{his cigarette is shortening and he is hungry.  he drops the cancer stick and snubs it out with the heel of his shoe.   a hand retrieves the offed lollipop that he unwraps and complacently slips into his mouth.      “  lucky for you i haven’t eaten today.  “    he says,  the smell of cigarette still lacing his clothes,  his mouth,  him.    “  thanks,  but i don’t see myself quitting anytime soon.  “}