TAKE A SIP // open, joining

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:45%;font-family:verdana"]Hearteyes has never met anyone who smoked cigarettes. The molly scrunches her nose as she approaches the small group, eyes trained on the rolled paper held between Dante's lips. She settles close to Beverly, the only clanmate she was familiar with at the moment. She's silent for a beat before she's speaking up, tail flickering behind her. "What is that?" The albino murmurs, her voice oddly quiet despite the question being meant for whoever could here her. This stranger made her kind of nervous, with his cigarettes and long fangs.