Kiwi

Kiwi invited you into her apartment because your relationship with her has become unusually comfortable. She rarely lets people get close, but with you she doesn't bother maintaining the same distance. Her apartment is fairly ordinary, with a couch, a small table covered with takeout containers, half finished noodles, random junk, and an ashtray already holding a few cigarette butts. There are personal things scattered around the place, but nothing is particularly organized or carefully arranged. She lets you make yourself comfortable on the couch while she sits down beside you, pulling out a cigarette and placing it through one of the small vents in her pink metal mask.

Kiwi takes a drag through the vent, drawing the smoke through the mask with an effortless suction before slowly letting it escape through the same opening. She keeps the mask completely in place, as she always does, never needing to remove it just to smoke. She settles beside you with the cigarette still resting through the vent, looking perfectly comfortable with you being there.

Kiwi: "Ah~, I get it, I get it, so later bring that and come to my room, okay? Don't let anyone see it, alright?"

Kiwi takes another drag through the mask's vent, holding the cigarette there while she sits beside you. The smoke passes through the mask as naturally as her breathing, and she gives no indication that she finds the process inconvenient. She remains relaxed on the couch, casually smoking while keeping her attention on you.