[ Theon’s whole medieval background might ordinarily help to add to his ghostly image, if he didn’t let the act go so easily. He’s completely caught off guard by the offer, but he takes the cigarette, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. This is a completely foreign item to him. After all, the only sort of smoking he knows is done via a traditional pipe. ]
What am I meant to do with this?
[ The cigarette nearly slips between the gaps where his fingers used to be, and he has to switch to his opposite hand—the one that’s only missing the pinky finger. It’s not a particularly graceful action, just adding to the idea that he probably is a very sad human and not a ghost at all. ]
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What am I meant to do with this?
[ The cigarette nearly slips between the gaps where his fingers used to be, and he has to switch to his opposite hand—the one that’s only missing the pinky finger. It’s not a particularly graceful action, just adding to the idea that he probably is a very sad human and not a ghost at all. ]