Ugh, fuck. Yeah, down to me stealing your eye shtick. [ eye shtick she says like it wasn't traumatizing for both of them losing their respective eyes, w/e ] It's kind of - awesome? It's kind of awesome.
[ oh, also she's just going to start digging around for her bag that she keeps under her bed. ]
[ also skirting around that glaringly obvious trauma, thanks! but with her ducking under her bunk, he can't help but look over curiously, head tilted. ]
[ i've also never done a weed so we're in good shape here
she makes a face. ] Ugh. Poetry is for fancypants scholar types. Thank the gods we didn't have that in my game.
[ she stretches out on the bed, and then, teasing: ] You're pretty good at that. You telling me you've done drugs before? Gasp. And I thought you were so pure.
[ HE HAS A NORMAL LAUGH but sometimes... when the chaos gremlin really needs to come out... that's what he sounds like. but yea, ok, he's giving it to her, his other hand already at the ready to light up the end whenever she's ready. ]
C'mon, I used to be yakuza. My record's blacker than oil.
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I'm better at making stuff out of clay, but there's not a huge selection at the crafts building. [ a pause. ] I think I did an okay job.
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[ he rolls his eye, but it's well-meaning rather than sarcastic. ]
What kinda language stuff are we talkin' about? [ beat ] ...heh.
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Like how to speak another language. Dwarvish, actually - what are you laughing at?
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[ . . . he waves it off. ]
It's way less funny when ya gotta explain the joke.
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You don't get to groan at my jokes when yours are just as lame.
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Ugh, fuck. Yeah, down to me stealing your eye shtick. [ eye shtick she says like it wasn't traumatizing for both of them losing their respective eyes, w/e ] It's kind of - awesome? It's kind of awesome.
[ oh, also she's just going to start digging around for her bag that she keeps under her bed. ]
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[ also skirting around that glaringly obvious trauma, thanks! but with her ducking under her bunk, he can't help but look over curiously, head tilted. ]
Whatcha lookin' for?
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Guess what I got from our favorite director?
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[ THAT ASIDE... cue curiosity! especially when she drops who it's from. ]
Huh, a task reward or somethin' special?
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But, uh. Well, here. [ she tosses it to him. it's definitely a bag of weed. ]
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[ he looks down at the bag he's just caught, then back at her. ]
Is this weed?
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[ hhhehehe ]
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Nice.
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Hold on, I have to find something to roll it with if you're just gonna bust it out right now.
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They just gave ya a bag of weed and said yer on yer own for the paper? Seems pretty stingy, if ya ask me.
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which is why beau triumphantly pulls out... post-it notes. ]
It's fine. I've got these. And we have a library now, so I can just like, steal a book.
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But Beau, think about the knowledge that's bein' lost just 'cause a couple of assholes wanted to get high!
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Please, nobody's going to miss the poetry books. [ beau, stop. ]
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Ugh. There was a dude in my game who didn't do anything but write poetry. I'd rather hit myself with a book of it than read it.
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she makes a face. ] Ugh. Poetry is for fancypants scholar types. Thank the gods we didn't have that in my game.
[ she stretches out on the bed, and then, teasing: ] You're pretty good at that. You telling me you've done drugs before? Gasp. And I thought you were so pure.
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Oh, yeah, absolutely. Pure as the snow's white. [ he holds one of the joints out to her ] Ya want it or not?
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Uh, yeah. Obviously. [ she makes grabby hands. ] Like I'm gonna pass up a chance to get blazed out of my mind, dude.
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C'mon, I used to be yakuza. My record's blacker than oil.
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