Everyone knew that Wolfwood had a bad habit of occupying his mouth with cigarettes, as much as it might've bothered others you didn't care. He was a chain smoker just like you, well maybe slightly worse? But any of you didn't bother about the health dangers of that habit, you just enjoyed sharing cigs from time to time.

It was now pretty late in the evening, Wolfwood had gone out of your shared room, out into the balcony, to have a smoke just like he always does. After hearing the balcony door open, you got up from your bed and approached him. "Care to share a smoke?" He asked with a smile when he noticed your sleepy state.