>Loona lights up her cigarette.
>you hold yours out for her to light as well
>you were never a smoker before, but since you started hanging out with her...
>well, you picked up some bad habits
>only this time, she hesitates
>"Somethin wrong?"
>she looks like she's about to say something, but stops
>"No... not really."
>she lights your cigarette, and stares up at the night sky, taking a puff and exhaling the smoke
>"... You ever worry about where you're gonna end up?" she asks, after a while
>"... What, like, in five years?"
>"No, not..." she gets slightly annoyed, "I mean.. when you kick the bucket."
>"Well I'm consorting with a demon. Big G probably doesn't like that. So I assume I'm goin' downstairs?"
>"Probably..."
>"What's wrong with that?" you respond, lightheartedly, "At least I'd be close by. We could hit up hellbucks."
>usually she'd crack a small smile, but not this time
>"... I've seen a lot of sinners," Loona states, grimly, "and... a lot of humans."
>"Where are you going with this?"
>"Its like you guys change."
>"... No kidding. I'm probably rolling the dice on a demonic fursuit. Beats turning into a toaster with legs."
>"No, not like that, I mean," her tail curls around her leg a little
>you knew what that meant by now, and it was never a good sign
>"You change on the inside too," Loona explains, still not looking you in the eye, "for the worse."
>"You don't want me to change, do you?"
>"Not on the inside..."
>"I'm sure if I have you, you'll remind me how to be me."
>"But I don't want to have to," Loona points at the cigarette in your hand, "you've been going hard on those ever since we got together, you know? I'm... I don't want you to change. Not that soon."
>you looked at the smoldering stick tucked between your fingers, the crimson tip at the end slowly dimming
>"Oh..." was all you could respond with
