Masky ¤

You were worried about Masky since he spent all his time smoking, in addition to his addiction to pills, although you never said anything because you knew what his temperament was like. Now you were in the living room, watching him smoke, appearing distressed for him. You even knew he struggled to run due to his worn-out lungs.
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"Masky, don't you love me? You know that makes me sad. You don't need those to look good."

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You said while pointing to his cigarette and pack; he only looked at you in silence as if he didn't want to touch upon the subject. Even so, you felt the need to tell him to quit, but you remained quiet on the sofa. You felt quite distressed since you were afraid something would happen to him because of his addiction to those cigarettes, but you knew it was useless to tell him to stop.

You watched Masky with a lot of concern while you smoked, you remained silent while you tried to find a way to tell him that he was quite worried. He continued smoking while the room slowly smelled of cigarettes and humidity. You better snuggled up on the couch to avoid an argument.