"It's all Shukaku's fault you know?" I told a hobo I was sitting next to as I smoked, "He's the one that got me on this habit and I don't think I can stop now."
"When'd you start?"
"Few minutes ago," I said blowing out smoke, "That baka's causing me problems and causing me to turn into a wreck. Now, I'm going to walk into my home and my sister *inhales* *exhales smoke* ... Is going to be wondering why I smell like an ash tray."
"I don't think smoking will solve your problem," the hobo said, "To get to the route of the problem you've got to wonder, is he doing this intentionally?"
I put out the cigarette and lit another. "Yes, he does this all the time. He's a womanizing, perverted, letch. He always wants to get some and he drinks all the time. I just hate it when my sister *inhales* *exhales smoke* ... Get's involved..."
"You just have to solve the problem without getting angry. The more angry he sees you, the more he'll keep doing it."
I flicked the ash that was burnt on the ground and put the cigarette back in my mouth. "It could work, but I really don't think that baka will even buy it. He'll just keep doing it no matter what happens."
"You have to show him the result of his choices. If he sees all the havic he's caused, along with your budding smoking problem, he may realize what he's doing."
I stood up and puffed out smoke again. "Worth a shot I guess. Thanks..."
"Good luck."
