Osamu Miya rarely smoked, but when he did, god was it a sight.

After a particularly hard week at Onigiri Miya, Osamu decided to unwind a little bit, by rolling a joint and getting comfy on the couch.

"Hey baby," he slurred slightly, a loopsided grin adorned his face, his eyes a little red as the joint continued to burn in his fingers, "want a hit?" he asked, offering it to you.