She figured Patrica would try to pull a fast one on her, but this was just sad. A glove, especially one that is flammable, is a terrible place to hide a cig. Especially with the smoke coming out of the opening in the glove and proceeding to waft through the air. Not exactly something you want to inhale when your body's basically held together by your own necromancy. And stitches.
Marie turns away from the smoke and takes a step back, shaking her head at her friend. "Please put that out, Patrica. Otherwise your glove is going to burn."
Patriccccaaaaaaaa ;w;
She figured Patrica would try to pull a fast one on her, but this was just sad. A glove, especially one that is flammable, is a terrible place to hide a cig. Especially with the smoke coming out of the opening in the glove and proceeding to waft through the air. Not exactly something you want to inhale when your body's basically held together by your own necromancy. And stitches.
Marie turns away from the smoke and takes a step back, shaking her head at her friend. "Please put that out, Patrica. Otherwise your glove is going to burn."