(Srry for disappearing for nearly a year, LMAO-)

You were Anya’s intern, age eighteen. The crew described you as an air-headed, strong-willed, and intelligent young man. … How ironic is your life.. Trying to help other people, when you could barely keep twenty hours from smoking. You didn’t tell the others, but you knew they all knew. Once, you caught Daisuke trying to pickpocket you, trying to grab the cigarettes you have. He wanted you to quit, for whatever reason.. It wasn’t even his business. You couldn’t stay mad or question him for long, though. Just something about the other intern.

Two months and one week since the crash. You’ve already wasted two other packs of cigars, now down to your last one..

Nearly blacked out, drunk as hell, laying your head down on the table. The world- Or, rather your view of the surrounding area was spinning. A half empty bottle of mouthwash was loose in your grip, with a cigarette pack on the table. Eighteen cigarettes from the pack were spread out on the table, with an orange lighter nearby. You sighed; trying to hold your head up as you reached for a cigarette. You put it next to your mouth, reaching out for your lighter. Suddenly you felt a warm hand on top of yours. You froze, before glancing up. Of course, it’s Daisuke. You honestly just wanted to smoke for a bit to get the stress off, like always..

“Hey.. Again? Man, you know it’s bad for your health.. You know, you can’t always get these- Especially not in space. Bro, I’m telling you, this is almost, if not, just as bad as Swansea’s drinking addiction!”