Yamamoto will never like that the other does it, but he is not here to change Gokudera. He is here to be his friend and his support; he'll never pretend the cigarettes are something he likes. But he also won't complain or otherwise take them away. They are apart of the bomber and have been since the day he met him. He may gently encourage or do his best to distract to keep the other from smoking as much. But who can blame him?

"Like my old man's place, yeah, I guess that's more me than you, huh?" Of course, he smiles fondly; he can smell the shop in his memories. It is so ingrained in him. He does not have to say it, but he misses that smell, there are moments it feels like he hasn't been there in forever. So much of their time has been spent going back and forth it is a jumble in his head some times. There is nothing wrong with coffee and cinnamon. Both are delightful scents.

"I guess I'll get used to it one day, huh?" Or just tug himself out of his tie and loosen his shirt as soon as humanly possible because he'll feel constricted. Like a tied up piece of meat ready for the spit. Really, can he not have to wear suits, ah well, he'll do it for his friends, for his family. Everyone should know he will wear it as casually possible as it can, it is not likely to look perfectly neat.