[The smell of cigarettes fill the air in Polnareff's room, though he's thrown open the window. Now, more than ever, he smokes them like a lifeline, inhaling the harsh taste, trying to focus entirely on the steady stream of nicotine, of the bitter taste filling his mouth.
He sits up when Jotaro comes in, making room for him without a word.]
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[The smell of cigarettes fill the air in Polnareff's room, though he's thrown open the window. Now, more than ever, he smokes them like a lifeline, inhaling the harsh taste, trying to focus entirely on the steady stream of nicotine, of the bitter taste filling his mouth.
He sits up when Jotaro comes in, making room for him without a word.]