[Funnily enough, Rin has never been to The Smoked Egg. In fact, in all her infinite wisdom, she didn't even think to look it up. Why should she? Easiest assumption would be that it was a bar, but alcohol wasn't the drug being served here. Instead it was a myriad of other things...
The ambient smoke catches in her lungs. She has to struggle not to devolve into a coughing fit, and her eyes water a bit at the haze. Despite her little bought of turmoil, however, she sits with him. The smell of weed makes her wrinkle her nose, but a nearby guest has a cigar that reminds her of the ones her father used to smoke. A small, nostalgic comfort in a world wholly new to her.
Tohsaka isn't quite sure she'll have much fun here, but she's eager to prove herself. Nothing is set in stone just yet. She's hoping to at least put forth a valiant showing — even if it won't be an impressive one.]
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The ambient smoke catches in her lungs. She has to struggle not to devolve into a coughing fit, and her eyes water a bit at the haze. Despite her little bought of turmoil, however, she sits with him. The smell of weed makes her wrinkle her nose, but a nearby guest has a cigar that reminds her of the ones her father used to smoke. A small, nostalgic comfort in a world wholly new to her.
Tohsaka isn't quite sure she'll have much fun here, but she's eager to prove herself. Nothing is set in stone just yet. She's hoping to at least put forth a valiant showing — even if it won't be an impressive one.]
Ah... this is really your favorite?