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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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[sinner_eve]

Hey there. *waves*

[sinner_eve]

Dad is. A right Scouse bastard, you know. Da's from Heaven.

[bybrokenminds]

... wait, what?

[sinner_eve]

What?

[bybrokenminds]

Heaven?

[sinner_eve]

He's an angel. *wry grin* Yeah, I know. It's a long crazy story.

[bybrokenminds]

... weird. But cool.

[sinner_eve]

My family defines weirdness.

[bybrokenminds]

That's what you think.

[sinner_eve]

There's weirder?