[Gokudera was trying to quit, but… he does appreciate the offer, and it’s not like picking it back up is going to make a difference quickly. With magic acting odd, he should have smokes on him to help light his fuses if he needs them. He accepts the cigarette and he has a coffee in his hands as more of a comfort to hold than to drink. The warmth feels nice, and he can use his magic to reheat it, but of course, won’t even think about what he’s doing.
He listens and the words should help, but there’s bitterness rising. The need to hide, to form some kind of protection habitually kicks up and he scoffs, clearly upset and disbelieving what the other says.]
If I see Zuko again, I’m going to wring his stupid neck.
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He listens and the words should help, but there’s bitterness rising. The need to hide, to form some kind of protection habitually kicks up and he scoffs, clearly upset and disbelieving what the other says.]
If I see Zuko again, I’m going to wring his stupid neck.