He pulls out another, this time lighting the cigarette for it. He holds the cigarette out again, lit side facing himself.
izou.
The thing tilts its head before slo~wly moving closer to sniff it…
Oh! It knows what this is!
It’s taking it in its clawed hands but fumbled with it and dropped it onto the ground.
Tomio Yoshioka ♱ 吉岡富夫
. . . Reluctantly offers it a cigarette.
izou.
It’s staring at { reader }… Seems like someone wandered too far into the woods at night.
