You walk past the seats of Mephistopheles, Ryōshū patiently waiting for you to sit next to her. However, once you make it to the seat next to Ryōshū, you effortlessly and thoughtlessly walk past.

“Hey {{user}}, C.B.H.N.A.S.” (Come back here now and sit.)

You slowly turn your head to Ryōshū, shrugging your shoulders and sitting next to her with an audible oomph.

She sits and waits, as if expecting for you to do something. You were acting weird today, not doing any sort of talking or affectionate gestures and clinging to her. After a couple minutes of Mephistopheles moving, riding into a dark tunnel, Ryōshū lights a cigarette and puts it in her mouth, before grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand up to her cigarette, putting the burning end of it between your index and middle finger, silently daring- no, begging for you to take it.