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❝ —— you gotta BELIEVE in people, now, kiddo. that’s, like, the KEY to optimism. and if HE can’t do it—– well. we can still have FUN in our own special way. ❞
monty’s still got EYES on the guy walking by, expression seemingly blank for a time before finally a SMILE breaks through, splitting his face in two as he turned to look at easy. okay, so like, this kid’s pretty ALRIGHT, as far as the elder’s concerned. anyone not busy moping around the campgrounds as if their WORLD had ended was instantly on his good side, if he was being frank, here.
easy can’t help but laugh. he sits back and drinks from his water bottle before sitting back and letting out a soft sigh. monty was cool, yeah, of course. actually monty was great. he was fun and uninhibited, a quality easy liked in a person to an extent.
“fun? not sure i’m familiar with the term,” he teased with a smirk, looking up at the sky.
arlo pursed his lips for a moment as he followed the other boys’ eyes to his wrists, studying them over for a moment before finally shrugging his shoulders and offering easy a warm smile.
“well, you think you might be overthinking it too much? like, you want them to work so bad, that you’re tensing yourself up and overthinking it? so… therefore nothing is coming out. maybe you’ve just gotta relax.”
“relax, huh? you know... knowing what you know, it’s hard to relax. not sure i know how to relax without a blunt anymore. speaking of which, d’you know where i can get some loud?”
he groaned, leaning back against the wooden outer wall and looking up at the clouds. they didn’t seem to be the same here.
“Alright, well, let’s go over the simple, obvious stuff first. You sleep alright? Change of diet? Stressed? Talk to me.”
“Change in diet, I should say so. And lest we not forget all this physical activity we have to do. Ugh. Maybe I’m just thinking too hard about it. Or maybe I’m not in touch with my scorpion side. Eh. Dunno.”
“i think i’m defective. my poison glands aren’t working. i feel like spider-man in the second movie when his webs weren’t coming out of his wrists.”
easy sighed, rubbing his neck and looking down at his wrists. his poison glands were in the back of his mouth and on his wrists, but he hadn’t been about to generate a single drop. down in the dumps? understatement.
❝ ouch. you’re quite the savage, aren’t ya? ❞
“i think you’re the savage in this case. i’m just letting you know.”
❝ and then he’s like ‘ TUCK, i love you. ‘ can you believe that? like, he pays for one vacation to prague and suddenly i’m CUFFED? anyway, i told him i moved to connecticut and am really focusing on my studies in russian history. oh — hey. how’s your week been? fill me in. you get laid? ❞
she was nearly out of breath after what felt like such a long-winded story in one take, running a hand through messy locks as she looks up at them. she was a small spitfire who over-explained stories and overestimated their caring but she was always desperate for gossip and a good story. plus, they weren’t ugly to stare at if it was boring.
well, he felt like he couldn’t breathe just listening to her speak. his eyes were opened a little wider than normal and his eyebrows were raised. she’s a talker. noted. the words popped into his head but he remained silent this time-- he was in no mood to instigate today.
“someone fell prey to your seductive charm-- what ever shall you do?” he smirked. “why would i have gotten laid? in fact, when would i have had time to get laid this week?”
❝ decency is merely a matter of perspective. ❞
“no, decency is not being a piece of shit.”
❝ hey – watch where you’re going next time, yeah? ❞
“or you could say ‘sorry’ or ‘excuse me’ like a decent human being.”
❝ ——- LOOK, man. i’m not saying that, like, i’d let him wreck my shit. but i TOTALLY would, y’know, let him. destroy me. willingly. ❞
he’s DEFINITELY not as ashamed as he should be, here. instead he’s really quite nonchalant, like this is the sort of conversation you should be having at a picnic table. monty’ll settle for giving the other a KNOWING look, popping another potato chip into his mouth and sighing heavily through the nose. he always forgot that most everyone was a kid at this camp. man, he felt OLD even just thinking that line. whatever.
“dude, he doesn’t even look like he could destroy you.”
easy scoffs, taking a bite of his sandwich. easy’s cool with just about everybody and considers ‘just kickin it’ a sport, so it’s not a surprise that he’s able to have this conversation with monty, even if the boy’s about seven years older than him.
❝ so, like — i’ve got this REALLY important question. are you ready for it ?? okay, when shooting stars fall, do you think they get, like, a little SAD ?? y’know … ‘cos they’re leaving home and all. ❞
“i think they’re more sad because they don’t know where their home is. i mean, think about it. shooting stars fall but the universe is infinite, so they’re forever ‘falling’, you know?”