Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-28929139-20170821035548/@comment-28929139-20170903013142

Now that they were out of the house Sup Pung was pulling on her clove cigarette, exhaling the sweet smelling smoke out through her nostrils, glancing to see how Hayato liked them. Cloves were usually an aqcuired taste but they had the same effect as a regular cigarette. Most guys liked them but they took getting used to because they weren't quite as strong as nicotine.

But all the same, as they began making the trek toward the tea house, she learned that Hayato apparently didn't seem to do anything else aside from spending his time doing missions and errands as a shinobi. Even if the job itself could sometimes be sparse, it was a job nonetheless and it paid well for the relatively high mortality rate of the profession. So when he asked her, she smiled but shook her head. "Nah not really. Since I'm a medic shinobi I work some hours at the hospital to get certified but otherwise, same as you. My family used to have a farm back in Kumo though."

The more they walked, the closer they were getting to the tea house and she looked back over at him while taking another drag of her clove. "So then, as a fellow smoker, tell me the story of how you discovered the magic of cigarettes, hmm?" She raised an eyebrow with a smirk. " How old were you?"