ƒ011. lock, stock, and one smoking slayer

[msattentionspan]

[She doesn't smoke often. In fact, since showing up in the castle she'd pretty much just dropped the habit. Her Slayer body just filtered out the nicotine anyway and she didn't have that annoying craving for the substance to keep her roped into the expensive habit. Today, it's brought her to an interesting question -- because not everyone's world probably had all the talk of cancer and how horrible the things were for you. There's probably a world or two out there that doesn't even know what the damn things are.

Now, Faith normally isn't the type to even care about that sort of thing, but in the moment, she's curious. Especially, since it seems no one ages here - so all the horrible things that you could do to your body over time -- aren't exactly an issue. Taking that seat at the edge of the fountain, she cracks open the journal and poses a ridiculously thoughtful question. You know, in between deep inhaltations of carcinogens.]

Has anyone figured out what all of this not-aging shit does to us? Other than... not letting us age? We're definitely not injury-proof and I saw an ad for getting your hair cut. I've had to clip my nails a few times.

Seems sorta weird that there's a magical cut-off to what ages and what doesn't.



[Feel free to tell her smoking is bad for her in person or over the journal.]