WESLEY’S UNSURE AS TO why those words in particular managed to earn a chuckle from himself, but he decides to roll with it: shaking his head a bit in disbelief as he sends the other boy a look from beneath his unruly fringe. “You stole someone’s weed, mate?” An eye roll quickly follows, though he doesn’t seem too bothered by the thought, not when he’s already plucking the spliff from the boy’s fingers once more and placing it between his lips. “If some big, burly dude comes looking for his weed, m’throwing you under the buss instantly,” he chuckles through a drag of the joint, leaning his back against a nearby wall, enjoying the way the smoke instantly loosens up his nerves.
eli tutted, shaking his head in his own defense. “no way - i don’t steal. the baggie was just sitting here, unattended. and it’d been here for like, an hour. maybe an hour and a half. basically, i’m just doing what needs to be done.” he watches wesley for a moment before laughing. “hm. that’s a little cruel. understandable, but cruel.” luckily, elijah seemed to be safe from the apparent threats of a burly man - there was hardly a soul around. “how will it look when you’ve got a spliff in your hand, though?”
