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"It's Darlene. Geez, do I really need to give directions for this shit? Leave a message, I'll call you back. It's simple."

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[ Ren does just about everything right up until he erupts into a small coughing fit, and Darlene can't help but giggle -- she probably could have given a little bit of an explanation on how to smoke a cigarette first, but isn't half the fun of having the experience the trial and error of it all? ]

It's not a joint, you don't have to hold it in. [ She shakes her head, lightly patting his back to try and help ease the coughing. ] Just inhale a little bit into your lungs, then exhale. Watch me.

[ And she does exactly that: brings the cigarette to her lips, takes a small drag from it, and then exhales a small puff of smoke a second later. ] You hold it for maybe a second, not even that sometimes.

[forethinking]

(A joint? Like marijuana?)

Never had that either.

(One, because probation, two, because Japan. It's much stricter when it comes to things as such, after all. He does watch it with a tilted head, tapping the ashes that accumulated on the tip of his own cigarette before he tries again and... It's a success! It tickles his nostrils when the smoke leaves from it, and he chuckles at the sensation.)

What are the plans?

(Going somewhere, staying there, going home?)