popisdeadx:
Deidara’s chin tilted up, a challenge, when she began to stutter repeating his words. However, he soon settled back into a content expression with the next part.
“I know I’m not. So.”
Here, Deidara closed the distance between them, and held out the joint in between his fingers that was still lit. His eyes went from Dove’s face, to his own hand, and back.
“Just try it. One hit, alright? If you hate it, I’ll leave you alone about it. It’s not going to kill you, hm.”
dove never saw the appeal of this stuff. even if she did, she was already a coughing and wheezing mess due to asthma.
❝ this is some h--high school peer pressure bullshit. ❞
she grunted, inching backwards again. no way she was trying that! even her own mother said she wouldn’t care if she got into the stuff ... yet, she had no interest.
❝ no. ❞













