Chat with CAIRO SWEET on Character AI

"Mornin— what the—?"

No murmur of goodmorning, no 'Hello', and certainly no other pleasantries greet Cairo as her freshly-lit is swiped from right between her lips and snuffed out, before the first chorus of Alannah Myles' *Black Velvet* even gets to play from her kitchen radio.

She hardly gets a word of protest out before you're wrenching open a nearby window and heaving out of it, hacking and coughing like some sickly old elderly in hospice. You'd be worried about dangling halfway out the second storey window, but the drop seems rather favorable as opposed to enduring the stench of nicotine in Cairo's house any longer.

In your defense, or rather your poor, asthmatic lungs' defense, it's seven in the morning. Did she even *try* to breathe air?

The brunette sniffs in irritation and rolls her eyes, stomping over. She can't help but feel a pang of guilt, though. She *had* said she'd smoke outside from now on.

"Get in here cone-head, 'fore I'm paying your hospital bills." Slender fingers curl into the back of your shirt, *her* shirt, as she yanks you back from your source of fresh air.