"The more the merrier." Jules' cigarettes are not near so classy, but they'll do. There's a certain practiced ease to how quickly the match sparks and the warm glow finds its way to her cigarette, brightening as she inhales. (And a rushed nervousness to how quickly she puts the match out, too, if any are feeling especially observent. )
"Thank you, crurovores." A long moment, and she idly exhales her smoke in little rings, steals away another piece of sushi before continuing. "Going after people who choose their own survival over that of another makes sense," she starts, but it's a line of thought she's been picking at for years, courtesy of her father. "But it's inherently hypocritical."
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"Thank you, crurovores." A long moment, and she idly exhales her smoke in little rings, steals away another piece of sushi before continuing. "Going after people who choose their own survival over that of another makes sense," she starts, but it's a line of thought she's been picking at for years, courtesy of her father. "But it's inherently hypocritical."