Bored

[big_violin]

Bored.

Bored bored bored bored doublebored bored.

...which leads to the playing of Magical Music.

No wonder that Hamel's got bow to strings as a spectral vehicle starts to appear with the music a few inches above the wall.

A new and interesting way to do patrol, it seems, as he climbs aboard the back of the Phantom Train as the whistle blows

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[jianhuo]

Weird.

No, wait.

"Weird," the redhead notes from where she stands by the wall. Motrin has been taken, but she still has a joint. Just because her stomach is quiet now doesn't mean her head shouldn't get a ride, too!

She inhales deeply, letting the smoke escape only when she speaks. "And from someone currently stoned? That's saying something, honey."

[jianhuo]

Is she still smirking? You can bet your ass.

"Ni ai wo, honey. You love me. Now come on," she waves her free hand, urging him on, "back on topic. Why've you been avoiding everyone?"

[big_violin]

"Because I'm getting comfortable."

His mother wasn't helping.

[jianhuo]

She blinks at him.

"...If you'd like, bao bei, I'm sure you kind find a pebble or three to throw in your shoes, making walking more painful. Would that help?"

Inhale, hold, grin.

"Or would you rather stand there and continue being emo?"

[big_violin]

"Emo? Does this look like a guitar and is anything on my person stripped and do I wear glasses and I don't screech."

Glare.

"I am NOT emo."

[jianhuo]

Inhale.

"Your hair's a bit long and you're whining about being too comfortable. Close enough, I'm thinking."

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiinhale and smile.

[big_violin]

"You make me want to pick you up and throw you at something," he admits with a mutter.

...that's not really all that emo.

[jianhuo]

"I'd just giggle at this point, hon," she replies, smiling and waving the joint around. "Besides, it's already been done - you'd have to one-up Krauser chucking me at a truck, otherwise it'd be pretty weak."

[big_violin]

....

.......

He actually looks pissed.

"What did that stuffed up body builder do to you?"

[jianhuo]

This time the joint is helpful because a long, slow inhale gives her time to eye him. Is that a trick question, Hamel?

"...He threw me at a truck." Free hand up and waved, she blows a thin stream of smoke in the air. "It was a while ago. Magog were there, I was trying to hotwire, someone had a rocket launcher..."

You know. The usual.

[big_violin]

"So you agreed to get thrown at a truck?"

He's checking.

[jianhuo]

"No." She frowns a little, thoughtful with the memory. "He didn't really ask - just grabbed and threw." She shrugs a little, lifting the joint again. "At least when the car exploded, it distracted me from the three ribs I broke."

[big_violin]

"Aha."

....this is trouble brewing.

"But you're okay now?"

[jianhuo]

"Oh, hell, honey, it was before the hive," she replies, waving a hand again. "I healed up fine."

...Trouble, wut? She blinks and then eyes him, confused. "Why?"

[big_violin]

He shakes his head.

"Nothing. I just don't want you bitching at me since you almost fell off the train."

[jianhuo]

"I didn't fall," she reminds him, making a face. "You warned me."

Protected, wut?

Lifting the joint again, she walks over, grinning, to slip an arm around his shoulders and start walking. "You're such an interesting guy, Hamel, honey. Your discomfort never fails to amuse me - so why don't you tell me, one more time, why you've been avoiding people?"