[team sonic] koi

[bluedreaming]

The darkness beyond the glass doors is tempered by the moon, a persistent crescent angling out from behind heavy clouds. Jean slips the cigarette case out of his pocket, sliding a cigarette between his index and middle finger. When he reaches for his lighter, though, his pocket seems to be empty.

“Are you looking for something?” Jean glances along the outside of his apartment, to where Nino is leaning against the cement. His hair is still blue, and the moonlight catches it. Sometimes, now, it reminds him of water. A boat that never sank.

Nino tips the lighter into Jean’s hand—the resin handle warm against his skin.

“You should stop,” he says. Jean only laughs.