Switch and Fix watched the toxic smoke curl towards them as they sat on the steps of the Landmark. Silently, Fix reached for the pack of cigarettes in his shirt pocket. Switch played with her knife, idly flicking it out and snapping it back in again.
“you know,” Switch said, looking into the smoke, not at Fix, “you’ll run out of those eventually.”
Fix shurgged
“and when I do, I’ll quit.”
“Touche,” Switch laughed.
Nihilistic Porcupine 