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amxrvnthe‌:

Vidia knew the girl well enough; as frequent a visitor as she happened to be at the Snuggly Duckling, it was hardly surprising. What was a little more unexpected was the activity the other decided to indulge in so publicly, but who was Vidia to judge, honestly? With the things she got into regularly enough, there was little high ground to be held against anyone. So instead of some sort of admonishment, the first words to escape instead were, “I’m good.” There’s already a cigarette hanging between her fingers at the offer, smoke of her own making circling about. “Anyway, I don’t have a look. It’s just my face.”

She’d been on her way home, sort of, but she could spare a few minutes to chat with a familiar face. “.. Bad day?”

Coraline smiled a bit at VIdia. She didn’t dislike the girl and she respected her honesty. If there was any one of her regulars she wouldn’t mine smoking a blunt with, it would be Vidia. But she was clearly fine with her own stuff and Coraline could respect that. “You do have that look a lot....I guess that’s a fair point to be made.” She took another hit, exhaling slowly. “And yeah, bad day. But that’s really only because I haven’t slept yet. So I’m trying to boost my exhaustion. How about you?”

#🗝️( i almost fell down a well yesterday mom || interactions. )#( vidia. )

jvsmincs‌:

“I think somewhere along my childhood I was told to never take drugs from a stranger,” Jasmine said, an obvious smirk on her face that proved she was just teasing the brunette. She didn’t seem like the kind of person Jasmine was expected to hang out with, and maybe that was exactly why she was drawn to her. Despite her teasing, she held out her hand.

“Medical, huh? That must mean it’s the good stuff.” To be perfectly honest, Jasmine knew nothing about drugs, including marijuana. But it would be something that she’d been sheltered from, and had only tried once or twice before. And those were the kinds of things Jasmine liked to do the most. She liked to enjoy the life she had been restricted from for so long. “Hopefully I don’t fall asleep standing here.”

Coraline snorted. “I wish that meant it was the good stuff.” She handed her the blunt and shook her head. “If anything, that means it’s weak shit. I should have gotten something from my guy but...I didn’t want to smoke alone. Even though I am alone right now. It’s complicated. I’m complicated.” She eyed the woman. “Be careful if that’s your first time.”

#🗝️( i almost fell down a well yesterday mom || interactions. )#( jasmine. )

the-trvmp‌:

Despite partaking in a little petty crime here and there to get by, Tramp wasn’t all too concerned with the latest crackdown. He was still confident he’d be able to get away with whatever he had to do and that this whole thing would blow over in a matter of time. Besides, he had never been one to worry about things out of his control, or worry much about anything else for that matter.

Heading to work, he briefly stopped near the girl went the smoke hit his nose. “Might as well, something’s gotta get me through this long shift coming up.” Hopefully Tony’s soft spot for Tramp would help him look pass the young man coming into work smelling off. “And for the record, I wasn’t judging you.” Everyone had their own vices and things they needed to do to get through life. That and he had no room to judge anyway.

Coraline raised an eyebrow but let him take the blunt from her. At least he wasn’t judging her. That was all she cared about. And if he was, she hoped they were creative judgements. She couldn’t stand the thought of having boring rumors aimed at her. “How long is the shift?” She didn’t have long shifts at the Snuggly Duckling unless she wanted them. And normally she didn’t want them. “Because that sounds like the pits, dude. But won’t your boss notice the smell?”

#🗝️( i almost fell down a well yesterday mom || interactions. )#( tramp. )

jackjacksparr‌:

Jack-Jack was headed back home from his martial arts class, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He was walking because mom was busy, and dad was still at work, and he didn’t mind it, really. Of course, walking usually meant minding his business, but he recognized the smell and didn’t want anyone to get in trouble.

“Uh. No thank you?” Was that what you were supposed to say? He knew no was supposed to be in there somewhere, but…Oh well. “Just wanted to tell you there’s a patrol car that comes through here pretty regularly soon? Just in case you don’t have your prescription on you.”

“I always have my prescription on me, young one.” She blew a puff of smoke at his face before grinning cheekily. “Don’t even worry about it. I’m not worried about it. But I can move if you wanna smoke somewhere else? Or wait...sorry. You just said no thank you. That’s polite of you. It’s chill.”

#🗝️( i almost fell down a well yesterday mom || interactions. )#( jack jack. )

grandmasayshi‌:

Chest still heaving, lungs straining for one precious interrupted breath, Norman coughed a few more times before he cleared his throat and swallowed. Fingers still clenched into a fist, Norman shook his head in awe, wildly embarrassed at how obvious it was that smoking was so foreign to him. “Yeah, yeah, sure,” he half scoffed, only to be pulled into another fit of coughs. It was only typical for him to embarrass himself some more, he guessed. “I don’t have chronic pain or anxiety,” he shrugged, though he wasn’t sure about the latter. “Does it work that well for you? For… for everything?” If it made the things that went bump in the night fade away for a bit, it would definitely be worth a try. He’d never actually had an honest one on one with a therapist in his life, though, either. “So it’s prescription?”

“Hey Babycock, let’s not start talking about that.” She rolled her eyes at him. “But maybe so. I mean, it hazes my mind and that’s all I need. It doesn’t really matter if I’m up all night at work anyways. Though between you and me I have shown up there high off my ass plenty of times. Not like they care.”

#🗝️( i almost fell down a well yesterday mom || interactions. )#( norman. )

grandmasayshi‌:

Norman had, in fact been giving her that look. He seemed to always be at an odd crossroads where he worried about her and wanted nothing to do with her, but at the end of the day he knew what it was like to deal with strange things alone. He’d never smoked, had never made any friends who smoked, but now wasn’t the time to seem like he was a loser with absolutely no experience in the real world, and maybe if it worked for her it could help him out, too. He liked being in control, but who was he kidding? He was at the mercy of two worlds at once at any given time. Control had never been his.

“Um, sure,” he nodded, going to hold it, trying to mirror how she was holding onto it. Was this how people smoked cigarettes? Was there a difference in etiquette? “I’ve never had sleepy time tea, either,” he laughed quietly. He didn’t know what to say about it being medical or about his judgement, so he wrapped his lips around the end and inhaled - all he knew about this kind of stuff was that he was supposed to actually inhale or it wouldn’t do anything. He’d seen that one in a movie, so he inhaled easily until his eyes went wide and he started coughing, holding the blunt far away from his face and out towards Coraline as he coughed as politely as he could into his other elbow, tears springing at his eyes. “Wh-” he tried before another round of coughs. “H-how strong is that stuff?”

Once she realized the stranger was just a weirdo who always stared at her like that, her entire demeanor changed. Watching him trying to smoke had been amusing though. He really struggled and Coraline didn’t think he deserved to struggle but since he was a bit of a dick it couldn’t hurt to watch him do it. “Oh my god,” she said before laughing, unable to help herself. “Wow. You are really bad at that.” She took the blunt back and let her laughter die down a bit before taking another hit. “Norman, it’s not that strong at all. It’s medial which means it’s just good enough to help with chronic pain and anxiety. You should honestly look into smoking more.”

#🗝️( i almost fell down a well yesterday mom || interactions. )#( norman. )

fuckyeahmaiamitchell

#🗝️( she's a peach she's a doll she's a pal of mine || visage. )

Coraline had a lot going on. With her job being raided for weapons and her nightmares growing more and more detailed, it was a lot on her head and her energy. In all honesty, she just wanted to sleep until she died, but since she could actually die in her sleep if anything she had been told about her dreams were accurate, the phrase ended up being more of a phrase than an actual wish. So instead she smoked. Out in public, ready to hear someone talk to her about the dangers of the habit or how it was illegal or something boring. Regardless she didn’t care. Either she gets arrested or she would smoke in peace.

As the first stranger started to hover over her, she extended her blunt to them. “Want a hit? it’s like sleepy time tea but better. And it’s medical so don’t give me that look.”