@lionheartmarlene Dmitri’s House
The sun danced across the living room this time of day. Little specks of dust floated in the loft space, rolling in a lazy shape when he blew a line of smoke it’s way. He was relaxed on the couch. Limbs spread out in a lazy position, all across the coffee tabled lied stacks of papers. Final’s were being prepped soon, and all the last quarter of their semester has been lab reporting. He didn’t care if the scent of weed clung to their work, but found getting through it always required at least a casual high.
He pulled out his phone, balancing the smoke against his lip.
[sms : marlene] grading papers
He text with simplistic delivery, knowing she’d understand what he was actually asking without putting anything into a text claiming his intentions. He took a long hit, sitting up to pick up a paper and leaned back with a relaxed groan.
Dmitri eyed the small package near his door before he started grading. It was dangerous to keep a fucking homemade bomb in his home, but he had it in a special built container to maintain the blast radius should it happen to go off. At least he tested that part out, not wanting Marlene to get hurt because of something faulty. Dmitri attempted always to keep one foot firmly out of their family business, but it was terribly hard. He helped where he could-- when he wanted too. That was what his family had to deal with.
[sms : marlene] your present for your friend is wrapped [sms : marlene] stop by?