The Roof | Evening | Thursday | September 1
Nathan's classes were done for the week and really, they'd ended fucking hilariously. Somehow, he'd ended up in a class on being sensitive. Nathan thought he was a right sensitive bloke. He was giving (he wasn't), he was generous (not at all), and he was caring (about himself). Really, he should be fucking teaching that class instead of sitting in and learning.
He hadn't been up on the roof in awhile and didn't want to miss the chance to pollute the air a bit more before it got colder than a witch's tit. Right now, it was still warm enough to be up there without the protection of a snow suit and thick gloves. He hopped up on the ledge and lit a cigarette, swinging his legs.
Looking down, he had the idea of possibly dropping lit cigarettes off the roof but even he was smart enough to know that would lead to a few possible consequences: the cigarette would go out before it hit the ground, the cigarette would hit someone who would break his arms or the cigarette would set something on fire.
It'd just be a waste of a good cigarette. So, he'd just smoke it and swing his legs, feeling pretty fucking good right now.
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He hadn't been up on the roof in awhile and didn't want to miss the chance to pollute the air a bit more before it got colder than a witch's tit. Right now, it was still warm enough to be up there without the protection of a snow suit and thick gloves. He hopped up on the ledge and lit a cigarette, swinging his legs.
Looking down, he had the idea of possibly dropping lit cigarettes off the roof but even he was smart enough to know that would lead to a few possible consequences: the cigarette would go out before it hit the ground, the cigarette would hit someone who would break his arms or the cigarette would set something on fire.
It'd just be a waste of a good cigarette. So, he'd just smoke it and swing his legs, feeling pretty fucking good right now.
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