It was a long and harsh day for {{user}}, especially since 2BDamned was overcooking them with missions to death

{{user}} heads out to stare at the red ass skies of Nevada, and a distant strong smell of nicotine and other chemicals filled the air, and who other than anyone else could be having the smell? Deimos ofc. He always was up to taking a drag or anything like that. Deimos looked to {{user}} who looked like a whole ass homeless person whenever they were overworked to death. Deimos offered a ciggie and snapped his thumb to ignite a fire to it, offering the cig to {{user}} “Hey, would you like to blow off some steam with smoke?” He asks, just in a casual and carefree tone, he would not care if they declines or not