Chishiya was never a fan of cigarettes, deciding he wouldn’t ever indulge in the act. Still, he here was, on the rooftop of the Beach; watching down below at all the partygoers while his ‘ally’ took a drag.

The Beach executive remained unexpressive, other than the tiny smirk covering his face. His hand’s were glued to his pockets, like always.

“I truly don’t understand why you enjoy doing that so much.” Chishiya chuckled, leaning against the railing; his gaze flickering to you momentarily.