ozzyokala:
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Not even his bad mood can stop the playful roll of his eyes at Spinner’s comments, a light scoff leaving his lips before he’s silencing it with the joint. He doesn’t hesitate in fishing the lighter out of Spinner’s pocket and burning it against the end, exhaling his words and the smoke all at the same time. “He fuckin’ left, transferred schools or something- I don’t know. But he’s gone.” He shrugs a lot more casually than he feels, taking another long drag before passing the joint back over to Spinner. “Whatever, his loss. You can leave his kneecaps intact, but I appreciate the offer. I just wanna have fun today, figured you’d know a thing or two about that.”
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Spinner’s eyebrows raised in a far too overdramatized way at the sight of Ozzy taking a hold of the joint. And he wasn’t even entirely sure why. He had just asked for it. But Spinner swore he had the slightest memory of him telling him he didn’t mess around with shit like this anymore. But at least Spinner was someone he could be trusted with if he was gonna fuck around at all. Spinner was almost 90% certain his weed wasn’t cut with some crazy shit like Third Eye. Almost. “Left? Like peaced out. Damn who knew being team captain was so important to him. Some people man. They’ll do some dumb shit when they don’t get there way. Can you imagine if I up and peaced out every time Mystic Blueberry got picked up for a show over me? My ass would never see the light of day. This town has no taste.” He scoffed as he took the joint back and took his own, good long pull from it. “His loss for sure. We can definitely do something fun. I was actually just thinking of going and deflating the balls just to watch Harovergrown toss around a flaccid beach ball. Then dump some LSD in the Stompers water. Figured it’d make tonight a little more fun.”













