[center][h1][color=black]T[/color]OTSUKA [color=black]R[/color]YUSEI
[color=black]戸[/color]塚 [color=black]竜[/color]星[/h1][/center]
[hr][right][color=gray]a date where smartphones exist
half past morbin' time[/color][/right][hr]

[indent]Ryusei simply stared at the redhead for a few good moments. The hell did she mean, resupply? It was only when she insisted that she would share with him during school hours that he caught on to what she was getting at. Why the hell would he go and buy her smokes if he could get away with buying them for himself? It made more sense for him to just buy them for himself and make her beg for the privilege. Of course, then he would need to find a place to stash them—his grandfather had a nose like a bloodhound, and he'd taken to immediately showering once he got home to wash the stink of smoke off before the old coot caught on to his little lunch breaks. Using Shiori to hold the pack was probably for the best, especially with how badly she seemed to need her daily fix. 

But he couldn't just let her win unopposed. He quirked a single brow at the mention of her doing something in return for him.

[color=c0c0c0]"Another favor, huh? Might not be a bad idea. How wide can you get your jaw again?"[/color] He asked, rising up from his seat as if to better inspect her lips, [color=c0c0c0]"... Eh, we'll cross that bridge when we get there. C'mon, show me where this store is. You're also paying for 'em."[/color]

With that, he slung his bag over his shoulder and made for the door, content she would be flustered with the implication. If she wasn't, well, that was good in its own way too.[/indent]