Silas watched intently as Razekiel took the lighter from him and was easily able to produce a flame. His eyes were mesmerized for a moment until the cap was snapped on and the flicker ceased. The Russian grinned back as he took the lighter once more, raising it to the cigarette still held in his teeth. It took a few tries, but Silas was able to get the flame going. The paper retracted to reveal smoldering, red embers and Silas choked down his first inhaled breath of tobacco. He found his eyes watering and he coughed slightly (trying to repress it, since Razekiel had not).
He listened to the chatter of his new friend as he removed the cigarette from his mouth, unable to understand half the words spoken. Still, Silas felt as if he were in good company. "Flowers are nice," he commented idly, before returning the cigarette to his muzzle. Attempt number two went much more smoothly, and the Russian boy found that he liked the warmth spreading internally under his ribs. "Mmm," he muttered as he exhaled his second breath. "Tis good."
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