Shuggy-Chan leaned against the coarse brick wall and took a long drag from his cigarette. He looked at his watch; 12:30. In a great sigh of white smoke he closed his eyes and rested his heavy head upon the wall, cigarette danging lazily from his fingers, while he listened for any sign on his train. There was no life in the open train station, no soul but himself and perhaps the broody pigeons in the rusted rafters.
Clack, clack, clack.
The sound of footsteps on concrete bolted Shuggy out of his tired stupor. He grimaced and ran a hand through his wild black hair; his underground band, vulgar loaf, had just played a gig at a lazy and dank restaurant, and he had stumbled here afterwards for no reason. He glanced down at his appearance. He knew he looked highly disheveled in his lose hanging grey and white striped t-shirt, rumpled black leather jacket, and black skinny jeans, but at this time at night, he did not care.
Shaky hands brought the cig up to his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye he looked for the origin of the footsteps.
A girl. O.O *Closes curtain* or a guy if he swings that way, I don't know haha. But there, a semi sexy half-thought out smoking story just for you. I am not trying to creep on our dear Shuggy-Chan; he recently replied to a comment of mine and was the first person who popped into my head!
creepers gonna creep =D and boy oh boy and am i tired from running in your mind all day xD
and i would never smoke personally. mostly by my choice, but also my dad told me, as a kid, if i ever smoke, it would kill me, so he would just kill me instead
Is smoking sexy?
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Shuggy-Chan leaned against the coarse brick wall and took a long drag from his cigarette. He looked at his watch; 12:30. In a great sigh of white smoke he closed his eyes and rested his heavy head upon the wall, cigarette danging lazily from his fingers, while he listened for any sign on his train. There was no life in the open train station, no soul but himself and perhaps the broody pigeons in the rusted rafters.
Clack, clack, clack.
The sound of footsteps on concrete bolted Shuggy out of his tired stupor. He grimaced and ran a hand through his wild black hair; his underground band, vulgar loaf, had just played a gig at a lazy and dank restaurant, and he had stumbled here afterwards for no reason. He glanced down at his appearance. He knew he looked highly disheveled in his lose hanging grey and white striped t-shirt, rumpled black leather jacket, and black skinny jeans, but at this time at night, he did not care.
Shaky hands brought the cig up to his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye he looked for the origin of the footsteps.
A girl. O.O *Closes curtain* or a guy if he swings that way, I don't know haha. But there, a semi sexy half-thought out smoking story just for you. I am not trying to creep on our dear Shuggy-Chan; he recently replied to a comment of mine and was the first person who popped into my head!
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creepers gonna creep =D and boy oh boy and am i tired from running in your mind all day xD
and i would never smoke personally. mostly by my choice, but also my dad told me, as a kid, if i ever smoke, it would kill me, so he would just kill me instead
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I don't smoke either and forgot to add that there is nothing really attractive about it :/ it might be a deal breaker because I can't stand it!
My parents would also kill me.