lost in translation

when the ligts out, it's less dangerous, here we are now

[ofsilcnce]

ofbling‌:

“no one’s wish comes true because this place is filled with so much terrible energy.” chrysanthemum isn’t afraid to start conversations with anyone, just glad to have someone around to hear her shit most of the time. the moment the person had approached the mall’s fountain, she was patting the empty space next her her, no doubt wetting the spot she wanted her new companion to sit as she fished for coins in the fountain, head shaking sadly “security collects them. spends people’s wishes on pop. can you believe this?” water splashes back into her face as she drops a handful of coins back to their temporary home, letting out a sigh “have you ever made a wish here? did it come true?”

maude was a family woman. everyone seemed to know that about her. she just wanted everyone to feel like they had a place to land. many times opening her door to her children’s friends when they were in need. her niece was no exception. she cared for her, even if she didn’t think so highly of the rest of chrysanthemum’s side of the family. chrys was always different and special, and maude always did what she could to protect that, even going along with whatever line of thought chrys brought up. however she was not getting mall water on herself, “i’m not sure all the energy is terrible, chrysanthemum,” she smiled, shaking her head as she sat on a bench looking at the fountain, “oh- you know me, not much of a wish maker,”

[ofsilcnce]

gigilevi‌:

as soon as 9 pm hit, gigi felt the sweet relief of temporary freedom. her shift was over and she could finally go off and do whatever she pleased. walking out from the store, her energy changed as she heard the saccharine sounds of mmmbop change to no diggity. as she skipped off to whoever was unlucky enough to be in her presence, her irritating southern twang was at it again. “ my gosh, i love this time of year !! you know, this month’s cosmopolitan magazine says that it’s the perfect time for rejuvenation. you can change up your house, change up your partner, and change up your life. isn’t that so refreshing ?? i’m thinking of changing up my style. let me tell you, i bought this one pair of sweatpants the other day and it had ‘cutie’ on the butt. i was obsessed !! it’s a whole new look for me !! i just hope it doesn’t send the wrong message for work tomorrow. “

of course, just as usual, leopoldo had to close the store. he never seemed to mind, as the late hours at the mall always held interesting characters. poldo loved the strange and abnormal. it was a more comfortable place to be than what everyone considered normal. so when someone made their way up to him for conversation, leopoldo was beyond thrilled to speak about whatever her heart desired. leo had a way of listening to people, as if they were hanging the stars in the sky, bright smile breaking out as he listened to her twang, “ah yes!” he exclaimed, grin breaking out across his features, “humans need change to thrive, to fall into the mundane, it could only lead to their own demise,” he chuckled, before turning around to look at his own behind, “maybe those sweats might look good on me, no?”

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actualdumpster‌:

“i’d like to see you try,” kit shot back, even though he knew wren could take him. still, he was never one to give up in the middle of the fight. especially when giving up would mean acknowledging that this was even happening. as newt speaks, he looks down at the floor, fingers still curled tightly into fists. he feels that familiar sinking dread in his stomach; he acted before he thought, constantly, and whenever newt was often the one to make him acknowledge his behavior. but… but nothing felt fine, something had changed, and kit didn’t know whether to like it or not. he was just a whirling ball of shame and guilt and regret and disgust directed towards himself. but then newt gently circles his wrist, pressing his thumb over his pulse, and for one startling, wonderful, overwhelming moment, everything is just reed newton, his fingers and his eyes. it was moments like these, when his heart was beating and he felt his breath catch in his throat, that he considered throwing caution to the wind. subconsciously, kit dug his front teeth into his lower lip, and he nodded, placating his friend. “right, we’re… we’re fine.” he gave his friend a weak smile, quickly fading once newt let him go. ah, and it was the chill that filled him at the loss of reed newton that made him want to bury everything he felt deep, deep, deep in his chest, where no one could ever find it. he shoved his hands back into his pockets, to avoid rubbing his fingers over his wrists, ghosting the place where newt once was. “right,” he mutters, sounding a lot more like himself. “and my knuckles don’t need ice, they’re fucking fine.” 

@ofsilcnce​

wren knew he was an outsider. he knew he never was supposed to belong. but the sight before him just rubbed it in his face. wren never hated being around kit and newt. at one point he probably would have been able to call them friends if someone had asked him, but as it became more apparent, wren wasn’t all that important to either of them. in the end he would always be the one left behind. he knew this was one of the reasons it was better just not to care for anyone, to let himself get attached to anyone. these two were a great example. they picked each other first. they would let wren rot. maybe he deserved it, but it didn’t stop the rage from boiling inside of him. his eyes tore away from their moment, rolling as he bent down to pick up his discarded jacket and tattered flannel. he clenched his jaw, biting back any harsh words he wanted to throw back at kit, deciding to spare newt the guilt of trying to break up a fight with his slim arms. “have fun on your date, i don’t need any god damn ice,” he spat, harsh voice, as he pushed past the two of them to the door, “had a blast, back to avoiding me newt? and kit don’t worry, sure you’ll find my replacement for your band real fast,” pushing back against the door, wren spun on his heels turning away from people he figured now hated his guts, just like everyone else.

@psychefm

[ofsilcnce]

erinparkers‌:

erin could hardly understand herself, so lost in who she was, who she wanted to be, and the version of herself that she presented she didn’t even now what was real anymore. yearning all her life for a connection, someone to let in and let her in just the same. anytime she had tried it only hurt her, but she still wanted it all the same. despite that she still struggled to do so, protecting herself with anyone she came across, worried they’d see who she was and she’d lose all the power she once had, be pitied. she yearned for someone safe to make it easy but only went to danger, running into warm arms and cold hearts, violent delights and violent ends. she had her idea of an ideal man, and wren fit none of that rather he was the opposite, but he’d work for now. she dreamed of a knight in shining armor, a man of morality and kindness swooping her off her feet. nothing about wren had ever been that to her, but when he was around he lit a fire inside of her that refused to die, so overwhelming she swore she could choke on it. it was pure disaster, and she loved every minute of it. “yeah, i do. you make it cute.” she had no shame in admitting it, often finding herself in their more intimate moments tangling her fingers through his hair. hearing his confidence in his statement brought out a laugh in erin, he was so sure of himself and yet so far off. she moved her face closer to his, space almost impossible to see, whispering into him. “you have no idea who i am.” and with that he kissed her, crushing his lips against her, and one thing they could always say was that they never had a lack of passion between them. his kiss was a retardant to that fire he put in her, the only reprieve she had on her choking lungs, breathing air right into her with his touch. he pulled away but didn’t really leave her, staying close enough where her lips continued to graze his, her own smile forming. “i’ve been told that a few times.”

wren never had to wonder who he was. everyone in his life made sure he knew exactly who he was and what he would become. he was a good for nothing, waste of space. he would never get out of this town, he would be stuck in that trailer park till the end of his days. which if people in the town were right, wouldn’t be too far gone. wren bingham knew exactly what he was good for, and it was nothing. he was never meant to be good for someone, to be there to help someone. he couldn’t save anyone if he couldn’t ever save himself. sometimes he thought erin was someone who needed saving. not that she was helpless, wren may tease her, but he knew she wasn’t that. no, she was just someone who needed to be there to rescue her from whatever made her need to put up all the walls she did. wren knew he was never going to be good enough for her, but he could be a good distraction. wren enjoyed kissing erin, much more than he would ever comfortably admit. when they kissed, it was almost like they melted into each other, becoming the smoke they would fill their lungs with. they could be that cloudy feeling the other needed from a drag of tobacco. his eyes remained closed, keeping their lips brushing together as they whispered, “bet you get that a lot,” he quickly pressed another peck to her lips, “we oughtta go before i get some other ideas,” but her lips were soft and calling to him, other ideas were already filling his head, but he pried his eyes open to search the fine lining of her face.

[ofsilcnce]

digby has not one impulse control

aesthetic: red roses, careful grooming, coffins, searching for true love, loving family, jovial laughter, love poems, offering advice, charming wit, plucking softly at a guitar, soft hair, warm eyes, and pressed flowers

pinterest: beep

while strawberry was a strangely diverse place for middle of nowhere nebraska, having thick accents from somewhere non US based was still strange

whats even stranger is that these new people in town bought the funeral home

despite all of this, they were a happy and well loved family, the town already used to such weirdos coming in, why not accept this well functioning puerto rican family

they had two children, the extravagant and intelligent, leopoldo, who the family affectionately called dodo, and magdalena who was the far more rebellious of the two

leopoldo has many MANY nicknames, from leo, polo, popo, oldo, opo, any bit of his name you can pull, he’s been called that

leo is like, super fucking smart, all he wanted to do however was take over the family funeral home,that would be what would truly make him happy

what would also make him happy is finding true love. a hopeless romantic to say the least. constantly developing lasting crushes, but nothing ever coming for it

he just wants to find that spark, someone who will make his insides feel as though they’ve been stabbed a million times, with love of course

however these days, its even harder. why you might ask, well maybe its the kid he’s trying to raise

not his kid, but his teenage sister’s child. she got knocked up, ran away, came back, had the baby, and then ran off with the deadbeat boyfriend, who leo swears if he ever sees him, he’s a dead man

the little baby is named alfonso, nicknamed alfie, and they truly are the most important thing to leo right now, even more so than love. but he wouldnt say no to love right now

he wears all black most of the time, very like, punk goth boy of the 90s, but always all black, sometimes touches of red, like he’s gotta stay on brand. i’m thinking like suspenders hanging off of his pants, flannels, band shirts that are always fucked up, ripped jeans that he done fucked up, also a skateboard cuz its better than a car.

tbh ive lost my train of thought but you should still plot with me

[ofsilcnce]

actualdumpster‌:

kit spent his break where he did every other break: in the food court, with his legs spread over two seats and his boots hanging into the aisle. “so, have you heard what they’re saying about hot topic?” he asks the person nearest by. “that there’s bloodletting in the back room, that all the managers are vampires, that we’re required to get facial piercings.” kit presses his tongue against one of his snake bites. “i mean, i can’t believe they’re onto us.” 

drew liked the food court, most of the time she managed to talk whatever cashier into giving her a discount, or even free food. today she had a garbage plate, given to her by the sonic employee who had just melted half the menu into one trash heap, and she couldn’t be more pleased. she sat down next to kit, about to scoop the gooy mess into her face, when he spoke. her face contorted in confusion, “b-bloodletting?” she questioned, totally lost on what that could possibly be, “why would you have to get facial piercings? vampires are just misunderstood, they’re very kind.”

[ofsilcnce]

neverbrewed‌:

she had to pay wren in particular a visit the day after the party, and she did so with a small order of fries to bribe him. “good afternoon, wren,” she said as soon as she saw him in the radioshack, “i come bearing gifts.” once he was settled, she asked, “so, i heard some pretty disturbing rumors about someone using the ball pit like keith richards uses a waterbed.” kath raised an eyebrow at him, “care to comment?” 

@ofsilcnce

kath was probably one of the only consistent things in wren’s life. he figured she knew this, so he never had to say it. he appreciated her, she was there when he needed. something he couldn’t say about any other adult in his life. which meant she got more respect than wren would usually give anyone, so as she came into the store, he put out his cigarette, fanning away the smoke. “how’d you know i was skippin’ lunch today,” he grinned at her, hopping up on the counter, setting the fries close enough for both of them to snack on, “you know, you talk like an old lady, kath,” he shook his head, used to the type of rumors around him.

[ofsilcnce]

pinklacecrybaby‌:

for the past three minutes, elsie had been staring longingly into the nordstrom, sighing intermittently. as if, perhaps, if she stared at it long enough, some magical force would grant her the christian dior dress she so craved. that was the worst part about not having money, in her opinion; being denied that transformative feeling of buying a brand new dress or pair of shoes, feeling like a brand new woman. of course, though, it wasn’t long before elsie was caught, and she jumped a little, “oh, uh, sorry, i was just-.” she indicated the dress, as if that would explain anything. 

determination was what got maude though life. it got her what she wanted, and it got her through the hell that her life had quickly become. and sometimes that meant putting up with not having some of the things you dreamed of. for example, she remembered longing for beautiful house wife outfits, beautiful pop patterns. she never got those, her outfits were always plain and of the style. but they got the job done. she watched the girl stare into the store, knowing the desire and sensation, “i know the look, don’t worry,” she smiled at her, tired eyes moving back to the dress, “heard they scratch like hell though,”

[ofsilcnce]

pinklacecrybaby‌:

even though elsie’s boss kept reminding her she had to stay professional, which she’d explained many times meant no running out of the store at the sight of her friends, it was hard to help herself when it came to drew. as she saw the girl passing by the bath and body works, elsie perked up and sped towards her. “drew!” she shouted, before stopped herself where the store floor met the mall floor, arms windmilling almost cartoonishly. once she was sure she wouldn’t fall, however, elsie smiled right at her friend and waved, “hi, drew!” 

@ofsilcnce

a lot of the time, drew just strolled around the mall. never an aim or direction, just letting her feet take her wherever they decided to go. today, her head tilted up, watching the ceiling, something she figured no one had done before. she imagined the roof could get quite lonely, no one looking or appreciating it. the thought made her sad. from here on out she decided the roof needed love. she hadn’t even noticed her dear friend rushing out to her, but when she did, she bee lined right to her, “sup, els,” she greeted coolly, despite the inner thoughts of her head.

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erinparkers‌:

some things are better left unsaid, unspoken, translated through rushed kisses and rough touches. sometimes all she wanted was to talk, learn something meaningful about him, have him open up. other times she wished he’d shut up and kiss her hard before he had the chance to say something that would break her heart. it was so easily broken, she can’t even remember if there was ever a time where it wasn’t. hearing his teasing she gently hit his arm, her smile and laugh showing no disdain, not to him at least. “oh i could already tell that once i saw this mullet you’re growing, told me all i needed to know about you.” she teased, pushing her hand through his hair, gentle and slow as she tore her hand away from him and back to herself. “well compared to you everyone’s good. i think you just like the idea of me being a good girl, and you being the big bad guy to corrupt me.” she teased with a pout, her arms immediately wrapping around his neck as he pulled her in closer, and she found herself melting into him all over again. “always.”

wren never liked talking. he always thought it revealed too much about a person. there was no way to avoid being vulnerable when speaking, unless you were lying. and wren, while fantastic at it, hated lying just as much as he hated every other part of himself. he would much rather just avoid people totally, or feel the rough and fast battle for power with a lover. it was just easier that way. less could go wrong. but sometimes wren couldn’t help himself, talking was nice, a comfort even. hearing erin’s laugh always brought a smile to his face, it was a soft and comforting thing, even if they weren’t being so soft, “yeah, but  you like the mullet. can’t keep your hands off of it,” he teased, eyes falling closed as he allowed himself to indulge in her touch. “i think i’ve got a good idea of who you are, and a great idea of who i am, and i just happen to be right about this,” his smile grew wide, his eyes falling to where her bottom lip sat out for him, “you’re so cheesy,” he teased, quickly closing what little distance was between their faces. her lips tasted like nicotine and he was addicted. breathing her in fixed a nicotine craving for the rest of the day, his hands moving smoothly to rest in her back pockets. pulling away, his head resting on her forehead in the dark corner of the mall, illuminated by the glowing red exit sign, smile tugging at his lips, “you’re really fucking distracting, you know that?”

[jonioxo]

Joni could hear someone approaching quietly and she slowly finished the design on the cookie in front of her and she stood up, placing the piping bag on the counter before looking ahead “I’ve been thinking about doing a really cool design on one cookie a day and have a lucky winner everyday.” she shrugged and slid the tray across the counter for them to look at them all “I’ve clearly got too much time on my hands here.” a laugh leaving her lips as she grabbed a cookie and looked around before taking a quick bite “don’t tell on me, i worked so hard I deserve a treat.”

[ofsilcnce]

drew often got lost going to places she went everyday. far too often she was stuck in her own thoughts, day dreaming of some far off someone on the moon, wishing that could be her. all she was trying to do now was get a cookie, but she thought of a little mouse with a cookie, bringing it home after a long days work in the cheese mines, a treat for his family. so when she came into the store, needless to say she was a little confused. “wait, so is this the place i can get a cookie to bring to my mouse wife?” she realized her thoughts were now being said aloud, not to herself, “i mean, can i buy these? is that allowed?”

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natecreeds‌:

the two of them were always a concealed chaos, doing the dumbest almost craziest shit they could think of one night then spending the next on his couch for hours. they often knew their limits, sometimes, and the times they didn’t were ignored by the both of them. they were high, they shouldn’t be held accountable for any mistakes they made, it was the drugs. “yeah helen and i are best friends, i sneak in here some nights and just hang out with him.” he lied, going along with their ridiculous story, or at least it was that to him. “when have i not been careful? i’m a pro at this and you know that. it hurts that you doubt me after all the times i’ve done this for you.” he shook his head, tsking at her in disapproval for her doubt.

nate knew how to have a good time. everyone knew that, but none so much as drew. she considered nate to be one of her best friends, the way they could always find some type of fun to be had no matter how stuffy the situation they found themselves to be in. drew just thought nate could walk on water, straight to the moon. the coolest person she could think of. “wait? like no shit dude?” fully fixated, believing ever word he said, just as she always did. her small fists balled together around the fabric of his clothes, “no i know you are, its just scary. it feels funny,” she pouted, pulling herself closer to him, as she braced for the drops, while trying to keep her eyes open.

[ofsilcnce]

natecreeds‌:

with two years between them they never really hung around with the same crowd, nate being a junior when wren was a freshmen, and getting kicked out of school halfway through his senior year he didn’t get to witness much of wren in high school. he was pretty perceptive though, and from what he remembers the two had always been drastically different in their similarities. both fuck ups, whispers about them as they walked by, rumors spreading. they dealt with it in such different ways, nate embraced it, tried to make the most of it. making a joke out of himself, using himself as entertainment for everyone else as it stung him each time. wren was more edgy, angsty, broody. nate could’ve easily been just that, almost as easily as wren could’ve been him. “will do man.” and he probably would some other day. “you’re the one calling me pretty boy, giving me all these compliments. do you have a crush on me or something? how much you got on you right now?”

nate wasn’t someone wren would ever say he liked. he never said he liked anyone, and for the most part that was true. most people pissed wren off, made his skin crawl with the thought of interacting with them. nate used to be one of those people, but with how often he ended up going to the blockbuster, for one reason or another, wren had realized he’s almost impossible to hate. he’s just as pathetic as he is, but at least nate was likable. wren couldn't think the same for himself, the people he slept with didn’t count. he was just a distraction for them. he didn’t mind since most the time it was mutual. “pretty boy isn’t a complement, but whatever fills your ego dude,” he tossed his head lightly, a smile forming on his lips, “how much cash you tryin’ to drop dude?”

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blairfm‌:

open starter.

– HER SHIFT IS IN TEN MINUTES, so…that’s probably adequate time to smoke a joint and chill outside near the dumpster and still arrive right on schedule – which happens to be fifteen minutes late. she pulls the joint out of a tin in her leather purse, fumbling around in the bag for a lighter – nothing. she can see it in her mind now: sitting right on her nightstand next to the ashtray, covered in stickers. fuck. so, she waves down the first person that passes by. 

“ hey-o, ” she greets cheerfully, “ got a light ? ” she waves the joint in the air, rocking it back and forth precariously on her fingertips with confidence. “ i’ll share. ”

maude would never let anyone know this, but she had been smoking cigarettes since she had gone off to college. due to being faithful to her then boyfriend, turned husband, turned ex husband, she never truly got a chance to be wild. so they were her small escape. to feel the almost sweet, golden tobacco fill her lungs, and watch all the shit she felt inside leave her. it used to be sneaking one or two after all the kids had gone to bed, but now that she was so alone, she finished half a pack in a day. she stood behind the mall, hiding her bad habit when someone quickly called for her, her half finished cigarette flew from her fingers, as far as she could manage, her arms crossing at the question. “that stuff will ruin your brain,” but the curiosity grew in the pit of her stomach.

[ofsilcnce]

did digby do a thing,,, maybe so

aesthetic: hidden cigarettes, hand made quilts, spilt coffee, being left alone, bringing in strays, a life planned out, day drinking, milk left in a dish outside, things not going according to plan, thick sarcasm, falling asleep alone, wild but loved garden

pinterest: beep

maude scott never thought her life would turn out like this. she had everything planned out. she would marry her high school sweetheart, go off to college to get a teaching degree, while he stayed in strawberry to continue to work at his family store.

of course, they both ended up going to college, he got a masters in business and economics (and a couple of quickie girlfriends), and maude got her teaching degree, with a few credits gained in creative writing. not enough to get the degree for it, but enough to be able to become the 8th grade english teacher at strawberry public schools

when they both back in strawberry, after their rather easy long distance relationship maude thought, they got married, and she became the clever and well loved mrs macguff

her husband always wanted her to stay at home, but maude had such a powerful love of children, she just brought hers to school. everyone loved it, even the other teachers eventually got behind her and truly helped raise her kids. her husband never really liked this, but he was always busy, expanding the family company all over nebraska, so its not like he contributed

things continued like this for years, it was all maude wanted. she had established for herself the perfect life.

then her kids went to college, left the nest.

then her husband left divorce papers on the counter with a note. he had found someone else, and she needed to move out, she had two weeks.

that was a hard year.

after that, the school took a hit to the budget, and maude didn’t make the cut.

thankfully, she had been saving up all her own money, to write a book. something she thought was foolish, and would most likely use this money to take her kids on vacation when they graduated. but all this money went to getting her a new apartment

she hasn’t decided to start working at the mall yet, but she does have quite a few applications written out. right now she tutors high school kids, teaching is what she’s best at after all

during the day when shes not tutoring, she’s actually writing her novel. dont ask her about it shes shy

pretty much she’s blunt and snarky, with a love of classic films and literature, she taught at the school for a very long time so she probably taught your muse if theyre a strawberry local

[ofsilcnce]

actualdumpster‌:

as soon as wren mentioned newt joining, all kit could do was freeze in pure terror. just the thought of that- ugh, he didn’t want wren between him and newt, that was just-. he shook his head. when wren wrapped an arm around his shoulders, kit shoved it off, glaring at him all the while. “don’t fucking touch me, fuckhead. you’re being so goddamned gross right now.” his cheeks were reaching new levels of heat he didn’t even really know was possible, and he hoped, for a fleeting second, that he would soon wake up and this would all be a dream. but no; kit was never that lucky. fuck, now his best friend in the world knew he was the type of person to hook up with guys in a public restroom, to hook up with the kinds of guys that tried to talk people into threesomes. it felt like his best friend was… dismissing him, and kit hated it, hated every moment of this. hated the fact that newt knew he was fucking hard. so, he turned around to face wren, glaring down at him for a moment. “wren,” was all he said before he socked him in the jaw. he shook his fist out, making his way out of the washroom again. “consider that a preview of me kicking your ass, fucking creepazoid.” 

@ofsilcnce​

even wren could tell when he had taken something too far. so he dropped the whole stick, letting himself get shoved off of kit, pretending to stumble even further away to give the two of them space. his hands going up in surrender, “dudes, come on i was kidding-” of course, wren wasn’t the funny guy. jokes weren’t his thing. it was easy for him to see why the two of them wouldn’t see it. it possibly didn’t help how poorly wren was at expressing care for people, and unfortunately, these were people he cared about. so as he was trying to explain himself, a fist came flying at his face. wren had taken a punch or two in his life. he had taken many in fact. as soon as the punch landed, wren took it, staying in place. not even reacting as if something had happened. “alright dick face, i’ll let you have that one. but you do that again i’ll fucking kick your god damn teeth in, so don’t fucking test me.” his voice was dark, his glare was intense. “look, this shit is fucking awkward, and neither of you are fucking helping. like dudes come on, not like we don’t all fucking know each other, not like we hang out with anyone else in this shitty fucking mall,” his hand ran through his shaggy curls, “you two are the buddies here so don’t fucking focus whatever the fuck y’all have on me,” he looked between them, his eyes lingering on newt. he didn’t know if newt ever told anyone they fucked around together. and he wasn’t trying to throw that mess in here too, so he hoped newt could see that through his look. that he did remember what they had gone through.

@psychefm​

[ofsilcnce]

catalanohno‌:

“wow, great, thank you for your never-ending fuckin’ nihilism, wren,” she retorted, her tone her usual dryness. the edgy boy routine– it was something jude had come to know, and maybe even appreciate a little. but it’s been awhile since either of them have spoken, or seen each other, and she had to force herself to get used to it once again. she placed the joint between her lips, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. she was decidedly ignoring all the reasons why she began avoiding him in the first place. if she didn’t acknowledge shit, it didn’t exist. “no fuckin’ shit, i should hope so,” she said, leaning forward and cupping her hand around the flame. once the joint was lit, she took a deep inhale, letting the smoke then curl out from her lips as she waited for the thc to kick into affect. she held the joint out to him, expectantly. “might need to buy more soon, though. ‘m running low.”

“of course jude, what else other than selling drugs would anyone come to me for,” his smile grew wider, it was easy to deprecate. it was easy when all of it was true. of course, knowing that jude knew some of the darker parts of himself didn’t help. he wouldn’t remind himself of that. much like he assumed, neither would she. it was easier that way. everything was just easier not to think about. his eyes watched the joint light, pulling away his lighter carefully, before snapping it shut. “i mean you coulda been nice and let dealer get greens, but i’m the gentleman here i suppose,” he pulled from his cigarette again, trying to finish it quickly, knowing she wasn’t a fan of his habit, but the craving for it being too strong to put it out right away. he exhaled a cloud away from her as he took the joint from her fingers, “someone’s a fucking chimney,” he laughed, swapping joe for joint, taking an easy pull.