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."

[big_violin]

He looks at her like she's insa-- like she's more insane than usual.

"That's some sort of drug, isn't it?"

He points to the joint.

[jianhuo]

She blinks at him, tilting to watch him so close. "...You've never had pot? Really?"

SHE IS STRICKEN! And offering him the joint. "Go on - everyone should get a good high as often as possible. Especially when we have a dealer in the apartments."

[big_violin]

"A--wait, what is this? A pot?"

He peers at it.

"How could you cook in this thing?"

[jianhuo]

She just looks at him for a moment before smiling, patting his cheek.

"It's a good thing you're cute, Hamel."

Because you're dumb like a ROCK.

"It's slang - call it marijuana if you prefer. Inhale it slowly, hold the smoke in as long as you can, exhale slowly. You'll probably have a coughing fit first, but it's worth it."

[big_violin]

He looks at her a moment before LOOKING at her for a moment.

"All right. If I explode or kill you, it's your own fault."

And he does as she says, holding the smoke before exhaling. He actually doesn't cough.

He blinks.

[jianhuo]

"I've been smoking that for thirty minutes - do I look exploded to you?"

When he doesn't cough, that look on her face? That's definitely pride. "Well, good for you. Here, give it back and you can hit it after."

But her hand is still out. Give it, give it!

[big_violin]

"Hit it?"

...he's not stupid. He's just mildly buzzed and has no idea about drugs.

But he gives it up, blinking a few more times.

[jianhuo]

Buzzed already? Well, it is good weed. She just smirks at him, plucks the joint from his fingers and inhales deeply before handing it back.

"Nothing."

[big_violin]

He's eighteen and he's never had any kind of drugs introduced to his system.

"Do it again?"

But he does before she answers.

[jianhuo]

There is more smirking. There's something really hilarious about corrupting someone, so she lets him have that joint.

She has another in her pocket, plus a match, so hers is new HAHA.

"Go nuts, honey. Never smoked before?"

[big_violin]

He shakes his head.

"No. Not that anyone ever offered,' he admits.

[jianhuo]

"Poor kid. So deprived."

Still smirking at him, she reaches into the pocket of her jacket to replace the matches-- and a bottle of pills tumbles free. She hardly looks bothered, though, blinking at it for a moment before kneeling to pick it back up.

[big_violin]

"What's that?"

Blink blink.

[jianhuo]

"My new best friend," she quips, flashing a smile as the bottle is slipped back in her pocket. "Painkillers. Which can also be fun, drug-y fun, but you don't get any of these."

SO THAR.

[big_violin]

"Well, of course," he answers, just a bit indignant. "Why would I?"