kafkaesque: having a nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or illogical quality.
“Don’t get so shocked now, but I actually know that those are called Camel.” Sophia smirked, stating the obvious as he told her about what he normally smoked and what else he used. She gazed across the couch, focused on the red to orange glow that was lit up with every drag he took. Normally she tried to walk past smokers on the street as fast as she could, yet tonight she didn’t want to get away. It was almost a calmness that overtook the brunette as her eyes followed the smoke passing from between his lips. “Oh, is it?” Sophie asked, looking out at the window to see the sun had gone down. “A little bit actually.”
“Well, I’m a bit surprised that you know which brand is which.” He chuckled and put the cigarette out. He only needed one taste and he’d be content. Either way, he had finished two already in the span of an hour or so. Once the sun went down, he was bound to become tired, and even though she would be sleeping under his roof he’s sure that he’ll still feel so alone. Jasper straightened and turned his body towards her, eyes drooping with weariness. “It’s almost midnight. I don’t usually sleep at this hour, though. I just thought you were the type to sleep early is all.” With that remark, he shot her a smirk.