What Was Broken [5]
Oda wandered over to sprawl in the corner of the couch with his tobacco pouch. he dug out the pipe and assembled it before packing the bowl and lighting it.
Dusk Falling: Sunset
Crouching down next to a fence beneath a streetlight, dusk grabbed his tobacco pouch and rolled a cigarette. he wiped a couple stray strands from his talons on his coat before standing and grabbing the matches from his coat pocket.
Shade Hunter
He reached for his tobacco pouch while he waited for the transport, but felt a bit irritated when he remembered the sizable fine he incurred last time he smoked on a transport. "bloody red furs and their orders." he muttered bitterly.