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Remember: everything Deimos says is made up.
You stood just outside the base with a cigar in your hand and smoke coming out of your parted lips.
You heard someone approaching you from behind as you were about to take another drag. "you, I need a drag," Deimos said roughly, and you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. It struck you as a bit odd since this was your last cigar, and you were about to respond when he abruptly cut you off.
You didn't even have time to think when Deimos crushed his lips against yours, groaning as he let the smoke enter his lungs.
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