zephyr
"Crack? No. Plen'y'a other things, though." You don't bother asking about his experience with drugs: poor kid has made it incredibly apparent how little exposure he had to any sort of fun prior to moving in with you. At least he can go outside in the (sort of) sun, now. "It's different by th'person, an' th'drug. Some'a 'em make ya feel real chill, others amp ya up. Or make ya see weird shit." You shrug, as though this were all perfectly normal. "Important thing's t'be safe when ya do 'em, an' try not t'lose yer head."
You're eyeing the trench and log when he asks about Milo, and you're oblivious enough to miss the smile - a good thing, because you might have reacted very differently if you had. "Milo? Yeah. Good kid. Been a runner for me." Might be more soon, but you don't talk about work with Sam.
He makes it across the slippery looking log with a startling amount of ease, which means you better manage just as well or wind up looking a fool. Also inhaling deeply (though unlike Sam you will infact have to exhale again) you step onto the makeshift bridge, struggling to find even footing on the mossy bark. By some miracle you manage, though, exhaling as you reach the end before looking back at Sam.
"Why? You bump into him?" Obviously he did, you idiot. You're about to continue up the trail when you spot something a little way to the right- "Oh, shit. Rambutans. C'mon." The thing you've seen is a lone tree that has somehow withstood the storm and volcano to produce an abundance of bright red, incredibly spiky-looking fruit, each one about the size (and, incidentally, consistency) of your eyeball. Probably. You've never seen one outside of a head.
You're eyeing the trench and log when he asks about Milo, and you're oblivious enough to miss the smile - a good thing, because you might have reacted very differently if you had. "Milo? Yeah. Good kid. Been a runner for me." Might be more soon, but you don't talk about work with Sam.
He makes it across the slippery looking log with a startling amount of ease, which means you better manage just as well or wind up looking a fool. Also inhaling deeply (though unlike Sam you will infact have to exhale again) you step onto the makeshift bridge, struggling to find even footing on the mossy bark. By some miracle you manage, though, exhaling as you reach the end before looking back at Sam.
"Why? You bump into him?" Obviously he did, you idiot. You're about to continue up the trail when you spot something a little way to the right- "Oh, shit. Rambutans. C'mon." The thing you've seen is a lone tree that has somehow withstood the storm and volcano to produce an abundance of bright red, incredibly spiky-looking fruit, each one about the size (and, incidentally, consistency) of your eyeball. Probably. You've never seen one outside of a head.
we were toogether
who cared about the rest?
who cared about the rest?
