{ officerxryan }
It wasn’t like Tate intended to go to the carnival just to poison the lungs of the youths scampering around at waist level. He had just arrived early for when he was supposed to meet Henry over by the Ferris Wheel and nothing else had seemed particularly attractive to the teen, at least not to the point where he’d do it alone. So he was pulling out the joint what he thought was a safe distance away from any of the really young kidlets and scrambled in his pocket for a light. A quick smoke was bound to make the colourful streamers, tinny music box tunes and screaming children easier on the mind and on the nerves. He only got one or two glares as he put the end in between his lips for a drag so he thought he’d chosen his location fairly well.