—She smiled gleefully at the sharpness of his words as she let the smoke out from her full lips without taking her eyes off of him. She then noticed the vivacious red eyes of the black-haired man in front of her. One of her eyebrows raised almost defiantly, but the smile on her lips appeased her expression, making her look rather wonderstruck.—

Well, well, for someone who doesn't wanna get into trouble, I would say that if looks could kill I would be dead and gone by now!— she teased him and got a few steps ahead to get closer to him. —You're an odd one, John. My name is Morgana, pleased to meet you,— she added in a melodious tone as she offered him her hand to the front.

Just a bit. Like all of us.

-With these words full of a garbage attitude, he tooks the first taste of these burning smoke, his throat feels so good when the heats up and is one of the only things that his expression can confess.

He sighs the smoke out. Looking her with these red deep eyes, they are like two molten rocks but at the same time like dry ice.-

I'm John, and dont suicide here. I dont want more problems.

Ah. Why your question about smoking at our first meet?

—instead of getting mad she was rather entertained as she watched his rough and indelicate manner. Her grinned remained while looking at the red-lipstick-marked smoke he took directly to his pale lips.— Do I look dead to you?— she muttered sharply without taking her eyes off of him as she took another cigarette from her golden case.— Besides, I can kill myself in other more-creative-ways. —she said as she lighted the cigarette between her red lips to then turn to him letting the smoke out. —And your name is?

Be my guest, dearest. —she extended her golden cigar case toward him as she grinned playfully.—

Smoke? Maybe if you give it to me for free.

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