The cold air around you mixes with the smoke leaving your mouth, a cigarette perched in between your fingers with your other hand stuffed into your coat pocket. You see a short figure approaching you through your peripheral vision, turning to the direction of movement to see none other than Wednesday Addams.

“Those can damage your lungs, you know.” Wednesday says coldly, her arms crossed across her black jacket as she comes to a half in front of you, watching as blow out smoke from in between your lips.

“So?” You retort back, taking a drag from the cig while keeping your eyes fixed on her black ones — almost tauntingly.

Her eye twitches, though she doesn’t break her stoic demeanour. Instead, she starts listing all the effects of smoking, keeping her mocking eyes on you as words leave her pretty mouth.