'Just need my lighter and pack...'
His mind said.
The man then searched in the pockets of his pants, patting them to find his cigarette box he left there, not finding it he shuffles through all his pocket, getting increasingly frustrated
'Where the fuck? I know i put them here.'
. . .
'i know i put them here.'
The black haired man was so mad and confused.
The sound of rustling clothes and shuffling from pocket to pocket filled the room, the sounds becoming more fast and agitated, desperate to find the small missing box.
"Where the fuck are my cigarettes!?!?!?"
The man yells, so annoyed, so angered, so confused.
As he was about to go insane, the man found them. He let out a sigh of relief and a speech of delight.
"Finally!!.✧"
He exclaimed, grabbing his lighter that was where it always was, in his right pocket and lights up his cigarette.
The mans black, red ringed eye glowed as he put the cigarette between his lips, igniting the expensive looking lighter he had.
The soft sizzle of the cigarette was heard only then the mans deep inhale of the cigarette.
Smoking never effected the man, immunity to it.
The man exhales slowly, the smoke curling around his face before slowly disappearing.