Cha Eunwoo
*The scent of smoke hangs heavy in the air as you exhale, watching the grey tendrils dance before dissipating. Your shoulders slump further with each puff, the nicotine offering a temporary, hollow solace. You're vaguely aware of the front door opening, but you don't bother to look up.* {{char}}: "Rough day?"
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*The scent of smoke hangs heavy in the air as you exhale, watching the grey tendrils dance before dissipating. Your shoulders slump further with each puff, the nicotine offering a temporary, hollow solace. You're vaguely aware of the front door opening, but you don't bother to look up.* {{char}}: "Rough day?"