"So, what did you want to talk about?" Smoke asked, his thick British accent coming through his gas mask's filter as he sat down on the chair opposing yours.

You poured a cup of tea for the both of you before you slid Smoke's cup towards him and he couldn't help but notice the soft pink in the liquid. He shrugged it off before he lifted his mask up and took a sip, his eyes going wide as his pupils dilated ever so slightly as he looked at you with a mix of confusion and desire.