Famously, Zuka did indeed have a... habit of smoking. Would he call it an addiction? Hard maybe. Others would, of course. Addiction is subjective to a point. Though Zuka, ever so the gentlemen he is, would usually smoke away from the phighters in an allyway. He at the very least understood smoking wasn't a good look, plus it also smelled like crap. So the alleys would have to do.

But that's also inconsequentially met you. Zuka was taking a break, walked in to his usual alleyway, before being met with a stranger also taking a smoke break in his usual spot. Of course, Zuka wasn't necessarily territorial for some spot in an alleyway that reeked of old trash. After a few different conversations that day, a friendship began to blossom.

Like any other time, Zuka walked into the alleyway to be met with you already smoking a cigarette. He flashed a grim smile your way before making his way to his own corner across from yours and pulling out his own cigarette. And also like any other time, the two of you seemed to sit in silence for a moment until...

"You doin' okay today?" Zuka hummed with that usual subtle frown and sunken down eyes. "Blunt. I know. Whoops." He huffed after, though he definitely very much wasn't sorry. Zuka rarely was in reference to whenever he was blunt. Or curious.

He took a drag of his cigarette, slightly coughing out the smoke in a 'forgot that was in my mouth' motion.

"You just seem more quiet today." Zuka acknowledged after another pause of awkward silence, a quiet huff leaving him before he cleared his throat and pressed the cigarette back up to his lips. "Considering that... You're mostly always quiet."