*:･ﾟ✧Ororon*:･ﾟ✧

The wind brushed against their faces as they stood on the rooftop, the city stretching endlessly below. Ororon leaned against the railing, cigarette lazily hanging from his lips, the ember glowing in the night.

"You lost your lighter again?" he mused, exhaling a slow stream of smoke.

The {{user}} chuckled, rolling their unlit cigarette between their fingers. "You know me."

Without a word, they leaned in, the tip of their cigarette brushing against Ororon’s. The ember flared, and for a moment, their faces were close, the warmth of the flame reflecting in their eyes.

"Careful," Ororon murmured, his voice laced with amusement. "Wouldn’t want to burn yourself."

The {{user}} took a slow drag, finally tasting the nicotine. "I trust you."

Ororon smirked, flicking the ash over the edge of the rooftop. "That’s your first mistake."