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@riverdalered || continued | x. 

“Mhm... NO. But you COULD if you wanted. Just stop RUNNIN’ AROUND all the time.

      Take it from a guy who’s ALARM’S              set for the afternoon. 

  SCRATCH THAT.             - fuck if I use the alarm at all.” 

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@jellybeanxjones || continued. 

“Fuck you, too.” He’s already pulling the basket of fries  closer in a childishly protective manner.  “I’m not giving you any.” 

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@ajugheadjones || continued.

There’s a sudden pause in the conversation, words stirred by the new voice cutting in. Mouth freeze and eyes turn to look at the younger party member, silent disdain for the interruption. James’ eyes are narrowed and piercing, fingers faltering on the cigarette balanced between his lips. It’s undecided how welcomed the cut in is, but there is also intrigue, interest; this kid with thoughts and opinions. 

The gang member raised a brow, ever so slight, waiting for Jughead to continue, invested in what else he had to say. He looked smart, no where near daft. And he seemed to have some excellent points of consideration. 

His head shifts down to stare at their collected feet, in their circle of conversation that only shouts schemes and rebellion. A short laugh to himself, fingers pinching the cigarette before lungs are exhaling another stream of smoke, the one that always seems to follow him like a shroud. “What’s it to ya, kid? If its a go or not?” Eyes lift to stare down the teen, lighthearted energy behind pupils meshed with the real cold of interrogation. “Less you’re lookin’ to join us, and save your own ass when you do.”

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@jellybeanxjones || continued.

“I’m just saying,” two hands are raised in denial  before she hits him or something. “I dunno.  Sounds like it to me.” 

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@nctyourplaything || continued.

A thin smile at the state of her car. It was a terrible mess. But she looked like she had it enough under control.  Probably wouldn’t accept any help, even if he felt like offering it. James balanced the skateboard in his hand, holding it by the trucks, having picked it up the moment he saw the incriminating project the girl had going. Narrowed, mocking thinking eyes, a minimal shrug. 

“Who said it had to be either?” 

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@thirdjcnes || continued. 

“Whatever, kid. I just don’t think PIE is something to get worked up over.”

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@jellybeanxjones || continued. 

“I’m not ‘upset’.” Eyes stay light, lips verging at a smile. There’s an insistence against the idea, yet shaky fingers bring the cigarette to his lips, revealing otherwise. She may have caught him at a bad time, but he would still do his best to brush it off. And her with it. Vulnerability isn’t allowed where he’s concerned. Cheeks flatten with a deep inhale, as if starved from the comfort the tobacco should bring. “Aren’t you supposed to be at home or something?” A strategy to try and move the subject somewhere else.