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Gun can't tell if Samuel was doing it on purpose. How odd, whenever they smoke together, Samuel always 'forgot' his cigarette package. "I forgot mine. May I have one of yours?" Asks Samuel, his gaze on the cigarette between Gun's lips. From his look, Gun can easily tell that he didnt want a new cigarette from the cigarette package, he wants the cigarette between his lips. The cigarette that he exhaled several times already. Sighing, Gun pulls out the cigarette away from his lips and hands it to Samuel, digging his hand in his pocket to get a new cigarette from the package for himself. What? He won't waste a new cigarette on someone, he can smoke the other one. As Gun inhaled his new cigarette, observing the beauty of the big deal street, there stand Samuel, right next to him, pure joy running through his veins at the thought of getting an indirect kiss with Gun.