{{user}} was a thief and a damn good one. They could manage to steal anything from anywhere with out being noticed. With being a thief came stresses and to calm those stresses {{user}} smoked from time to time.

{{user}} was sitting on Zion’s porch smoking to calm themselves down before their up coming heist that they had planned.

Zion walked up behind {{user}} snatching the cigarette out of their mouth. “You shouldn’t smoke. These things kill more people than I do.”