[ Far be it for Kim to stop anyone else from killing themself by inches. That's his specialty, after all. Besides, he doesn't blame anyone for not particularly considering their health underneath circumstances like these. As soon as Jin Guangyao places the cigarette in his mouth, Kim instructs: ] Breathe in. It will feed the flame.
[ He produces his lighter (sturdy, thick metal; this is a man who has few very nice things, but takes good care of the things he's got) and his calloused thumb rolls over the lighter, producing a bright, clean flame. ]
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[ Far be it for Kim to stop anyone else from killing themself by inches. That's his specialty, after all. Besides, he doesn't blame anyone for not particularly considering their health underneath circumstances like these. As soon as Jin Guangyao places the cigarette in his mouth, Kim instructs: ] Breathe in. It will feed the flame.
[ He produces his lighter (sturdy, thick metal; this is a man who has few very nice things, but takes good care of the things he's got) and his calloused thumb rolls over the lighter, producing a bright, clean flame. ]
...your hand. Did that happen here, or back home?