"The questions are... exhausting," Kou huffs, "don't pretend you wouldn't have wondered."

He stares at the machine, wondering how the fuck he's supposed to pay- before he remembers that, duh, things don't cost money. He doesn't hesitate punching in the combination for his favorite brand, and within seconds, he's swiping a box of Seven Stars from the slot, already using his claws to pry the package open. He seems almost... desperate, with the way he shakes out a cigarette, plopping it between his lips before fishing out a lighter from his pants pockets- thanking his lucky stars he couldn't be assed to take off his pants when he went to bed.

It takes him a few attempts before a flame sparks, but when it does, he gratefully inhales on the cancer stick, relief on his face as he exhales a ring of smoke, belatedly remembering to aim away from Frog.