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"Burn my..." Bornes sighed, and got his pack of cigarettes out, taking out one of the cancer sticks and holding it between his fingers before taking the container, and shoving Isiah's jacket to the side so he could drink from the dirty, slightly warped plastic.

He pulled it away after two quick swallows, hoping Isiah would hold the thing as he turned and coughed, shouting a curse word in french at how ragged it had gone down his throat.
Apparently bootleg was something completely different. Apparently Bornes had grown too used to wasting most of his money on good drinks.

After his slight coughing fit, he put the cigarette in his mouth and reached out his hand in a silent plea for the lighter he knew Isiah had. Briefly the thought crossed Bornes' mind if his mouth would go up in flames in sort of a reverse molotov cocktail. The thought was quickly dismissed.

His fingers twitched for the lighter. He could already feel the beginnings of his health problems coming on. He had to balance himself out before he passed out and stayed down.

He didn't need to be scaring people with his unconscious shallow breathing during a time when he should be making a good impression in a few hours... Finding canned food with Kaegan or that dog... Or however it went.

Bornes took in a long drag to light the cig, and held it in his lungs for a while before expelling the smoke from his nose.

The hybrid's facial features relaxed. It had been so long. Much too long. It was almost pure ecstasy. He couldn't help himself.

"No," he didn't even look at Isiah's puppy eyes from behind his sunglasses. "Give me more of that gin," he ordered. He hadn't eaten in so long that the alcohol was hitting him already. He was only slightly buzzed, but his tone of voice had already changed. Eager, wanting, still felt dominant even thought he more sober wall of a person was still near to him.

Bornes sat on the cot as he took the container this time, cigarette again in his hands. "I'll be fine as long as I smoke," he answered, matter-of-factly.

"He took another gulp, wheezing afterward, but still braved it for one last swallow, before handing it back to Isiah and coughing a bit more. Then he took another lengthy drag, leaving the cancer stick in his mouth as he held the cot's frame with his hands and tried to stifle a few more looming coughs in his throat.

"I am supposed be meeting Kaegan during nightfall," he said. Ah. Familiar ESL was now apparent. It wouldn't be long now before his accent came back.
"Looking for cans with Jane the Dog."

He looked toward Isiah, pushing his sunglasses atop his head of silver hair, continually taking puffs of the cig and expelling them through his nose ever few seconds, as if it were more of an inhaler than a pleasure.

"Why?"

Bornes quirked a brow, and in the midst of taking another puff from the already 2/3 spent cigarette, Isiah grabbed at it. Bornes was too slow to grab his arm.

"'Ey! Ey ey ey!!" He shouted, reaching for Isiah to give it back, only for the other man to stick it in his mouth for him.
Bornes almost choked on it, but turned away in a huff and finished the cigarette off, tossing the butt to the ground.

"Do not do that!" he said, his voice raising in pitch. Bornes was naturally somewhat of an alto, but he'd trained himself to try and be tenor. He had not been buzzed in so long he must've forgotten how to control his excitability.

"I need them to not pass out! That would not be fun!"
He reached to pull out another cigarette.

Bornes hmphed, but quickly took the drag to light, exhaling through his nose over Isiah's finger. His green eyes looked down at the finger, wondering what was going on, but he said nothing and took another long drag instead, turning his head away once Isiah had stopped touching him and blowing out the smoke through his mouth away from the two of them.

He replaced the cig afterward and leaned forward toward Isiah, thinking better of his plan.
"Health problems do not make me a cat," he mused, obviously mistaking the term 'puss', but still defining it as somewhat of an insult.

He took a drag, but this time, blew the air from his mouth right into Isiah's face.

"Eh? No?" He sat back up with a smirk on his face, quickly finishing off the rest of the cigarette so he could toss it too on the floor, and be done with it. He reached for another, but stopped himself. Two should be enough for an hour or so. He was lucid to remember when to start smoking again, wasn't he?

Sure.

"Passive smoke is good as any... Smoke," he leaned back toward Isiah, watching him intently as he gulped. Watching the man's adams apple move.
"Does Isiah get mushy over european accents?" He grinned.
"Cheap girls love french."

He sat up slightly, a sinister grin as he mocked, "Is Isiah a cheap a girl?" in his native tongue.

Bornes chuckled. "Oh I should?"

He tried to think of something to say in french, then noticed Isiah lay down on his lap. His face began to slowly turn crimson. He falsely attributed it to the alcohol.

"It is hard to come up with something to say that sounds nice with you looking at me like that," he said, cocking his head sideways, watching Isiah lick his lips. Bornes snorted, and turned away, concentrating on getting another cigarette instead of getting lost in the man's face.

He brought it out and held it in his mouth, bending over a bit toward Isiah.
"A light, please?"