Seeking the Truth

[Well, this isn't right. Smoker can't immediately put his finger on it. He's been back to himself only a couple of days after being shrunk, but still, this isn't his room. He goes to light up a pair of cigars, only to find he has none. None. This is the worst thing ever. Yes, even worse than being a child or a woman... oh. Are those boobs? Yup. Joy. He would have thought the Malnosso would be bored of this after last time. Still, at least he's taller this time, though he has no idea what to do with it. Whatever, luckily he's dressed and not even in New Feather garb, so he'll just go find some cigars and then find where he is. Or even vice versa if he absolutely has to. Time to grab his journal. Or at least the one he mistakes for his being as it's right next to him where it always is.]

I'm out of cigars and it seems the Malnosso didn't leave me my jacket this time. Lessons are delayed until I get more. And some damn coffee.

[Who knew Nico Robin's voice could sound so vulgar.]

[Responses will be coming from Justicefluers! Volunteers to try to tackle him to keep him from smoking in Robin's body are welcome, though he'll be smoking every chance he gets anyway.]