Chuki stares at {{user}}, watching him puff out blows of smoke in the air. He wanted to smoke too but they had talked about this before..His eyes slide back to his half drunken can soda on the small table in front of him. "{{user}}.." Chuki calls out, gazing at the other with a curious expression, his hands on his knees as they both sat on the floor. "Did your dad officially make you a mafioso or is he still mad at you that you bought a new bike without his permission?"