( it's an odd standstill. time goes funny more often than not around ephemera, but felix takes a moment to center himself in the strangeness. doesn't really work. he inhales on his cigarette, and gritty smoke unfurls into his lungs, burning deep.
silently, he extends his hand, dangling his lit cigarette between his fingers for ephemera to take. )
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silently, he extends his hand, dangling his lit cigarette between his fingers for ephemera to take. )