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Scout was running through the hall of the recording studio. "Nathaniel!" He called after the running toddler. The little boy laughed, holding up his little Lego figures. They turned a corner and Nate had run right into someone. "Gotcha!" Scout called at he picked his son up.

"Sorry about that." He smiled. "He just learned to run." Scout looked at the guy. "Oh hey are you that new guy Carter found? You stuff is so sick."

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@l0scr asked : ❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

The girl leaned against the counter. Her eyes on the newcomer. She’d met a lot of people in her time working at this motel. “Well not that doesn’t make any sense.” Lily chuckled.

“But alright. What type of music do you play?”

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@l0scr asked : ❝ You awake too? Maybe insomnia is contagious. ❞

Quentin turned over in his bed, facing his dorm roommate. "You probably caught mine." He admitted. "I've had it a while." He told him as he leaned over and turned his light on. "It truly is fucking exhausting."

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@l0scr asked : “Do you always breathe this heavily when someone’s near you?”

Aria glared up at the male. She felt the strong urge to hit him, but she held back. "Oh shut up." She muttered. "You're the one whose stomach is growling." She whispered. "Did you HAVE to get high before this?" Aria asked. "I told you this was a secret sneaky type mission." She glared at him.

"Now get down." She pulled him down.

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tugging the other’s oversized hoodie sleeve back into place when it starts slipping over their hand too far

Aria sighed, letting Scotty pull the sleeves of the hoodie he’d lent her up over her hand. “God I’m so pathetic.” Aria said with a frown. “I swear I’m not normally this dramatic.” She said looking up at him and trying to hold back the tears in forming in her eyes. “Things just suck right now.”

She took in a breath. “Thank you. For…being here. Asking me if I’m alright. Most people wouldn’t have.”

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" how am i supposed to know when that kicks in? "

how long will it take to kick in?

if i had a fucking penny for every time someone who is not well versed in the world of substances and otherworldly experiences through the influence of chemicals that make your brain feel funny and the pictures on the wall begin to stare just a little too intently, then it begins to feel like someone is looking into your soul without your consent . . . anyways.

my mind had begun to wander until the dude next to me began to fidget, waiting on my answer. i clear my throat and bring myself back down to gravity to give this twat an answer so he can prevent himself from losing it when things begin to look a little funny.

❝ it is lsd, bro. lysergic acid diethylamide - it can take anywhere from twenty minutes to a couple hours to begin to effect 'ya. so sit down, shut the fuck up, 'n don't fight it when you begin to lose it. just let it take 'ya wherever it's going to take 'ya. trust me, it is easier that way. i learned the hard way about that one. ❜

i have a seat next to him on the curb of estevan's main street. not the best place to drop acid for the first time, i will admit that. he is brave. i am braver, because when i turn my head to give him a look as if to silently ask myself: is he doing alright?

he turns to me with dilated eyes, and i realize that it's been thirty minutes since he dosed and that shit is beginning to take shape, whether he realizes it or not. it is manifesting within his reality, and it is doing so v e r y quickly.

❝ you should get the fuck outta' here 'n go somewhere safe, man. you're beginning to lose it behind those eyes, i can tell. ❜

#l0scr #• answered.#• asks.#trevor is a good trip sitter i promise! just an asshole - but a good sitter nonetheless

" how the hell'd I make it home? " - to scout!

Scout walked into the bedroom with two ice coffees. "Well. You were out partying last night. I got a call from you. I came and got you.." He smirked. "It wasn't easy but you told me how to get to your place. I helped you up. By the way dude. You need a better place. No offence but I thought we were gonna get robbed. this place is sketchy."

He handed Scotty the coffee. "Here. Figured you could use it." Scout told him as he sat down on his bed.

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@l0scr said "Can you win fuck, marry, kill? 'Cause I'm gonna win it."

a thoughtful hum falls from kimberly's lips as she cocks her head slightly. can there be a winner? she supposes anyone who isn't killed kind of wins. "i'm not sure there's a real objective to the game, but if you wanna try to win... let's go." sitting up straight, she brushes her hair back behind both shoulders, grinning. "give me three names, including your own."

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