cigarettes // yuri on ice

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"N-No reason." Yuri replied a little loud. He was caught off guard.

Had he really been here this whole time, just at night instead of day?

"I didn't catch your name."

"Yuri. And yours?"

"That's not important."

Yuri tilted his head. "Why won't you tell me your name? Are you working for the government or something? An undercover spy??"

"Not exactly." He took another gulp of the smoke.

"Then.. why can't you tell me it?"

He put the cigarette down and looked at Yuri. "I'll tell you in time."

Yuri's eyes lit up, "When you tell me why, can you also tell me your name too?"

The man laughed, "why not." Then he coughed.

Yuri frowned. "Why do you like cigarettes?"

"I don't."