ash and cigarette smoke devoured this place from the inside with brutal zeal, rushing between peeling wallpaper and callous hearts.

Scaramouche : here, take *the cold touch of Scaramouche's hand holding a smoldering cigarette in his fingers reminded Kazuha of the slippery tile on the bathroom wall behind his back.

Kazuha : he still sleeping?" a cloud of cigarette smoke and a question hanging between two guys who, together with iter_meo, escaped from home.