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[bybrokenminds]

Here's a tallish, lanky, nineteen year old boy, a joint between two fingers, studying the room. He takes a long hit and exhales slowly. Really, if there's a word to describe this boy, it would be 'slow'. Slow-moving, slow-talking, slower-thinking than his older brother. He gives a small, two-fingered wave with his free hand and smiles lop-sidedly

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[inacrossfire]

*looks him over briefly, then eyes the joint with interest* Up for sharing a hit with a poor deprived girl?

[bybrokenminds]

*grins at the pretty girl* Always! *and passes the joint over*

[inacrossfire]

*grins back* You're a fucking lifesaver. *takes a drag, yes* Got a name?

[bybrokenminds]

Dario Bosch. What about you, pretty lady?

[inacrossfire]

*smirks faintly* Liv Finn. Pleasure.