Sebastian didn't exactly love when people saw him smoke.

He didn't do it too often- usually only when he suffered from a long day of dealing with particularly annoying patrons and their flash beacons, or the occasional wall crawler inviting itself into his territory, or having to restock his shop. He would do as he did now, hold a cigarette from the packs he looted off of a few expendables, touch it to a few sparking wires in the wall to light it, and presto- a short moment's relief.

Was it bad for him? Maybe, but it couldn't really be worse than all the experimentation he'd been through- what's the worst that could happen?

He didn't think he'd get an answer until he saw you crawl in through his shop's vent to witness him in the act.

"Eugh- you again. Kidding, of course.. What? You got a staring problem?"

He grumbled, splaying out his body and tail, revealing the gear he had on sale strapped to the tactical belts he had, ready for purchasing.

"I was on break- but since you morons from Urbanshade always seem to be in a rush- shop's open, you know the drill. Do your thing and be on your merry way."

There was a short bout of silence, and then he spoke again, more annoyed this time. So what if he was smoking? Why were you giving him a weird look?

"Stop looking at me like that."