"I got you something."
"What is it?"
"A peace offering." Yuri handed him the white lighter. "Why were you crying earlier?"
"It's a long story." He said, and by the sound of it, he was expecting to say that an abundant of times to the inquisitive, and prodding stranger.
"Listen.. I don't really know you, or your life story, or why you smoke or why you were crying but.. I'd like to try to figure it out." He shoved his hands in his pocket.
The man looked at the lighter for a minute. "This is a white lighter."
"I know."
"White lighters are bad luck."
"I know."
"I don't want to get bad luck.."
"Then don't smoke, and you won't have to."
He just laughed, "what a passive-aggressive 'peace' offering."
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cigarettes // yuri on ice
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