@ofthexdream liked [+] for a teen drama starter.
David tilts his head, taking another mental scan of his surroundings. Making sure no one is watching him. With a satisfied hum the teenager turns his gaze to the wall he stands beside, a wall at the back of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. He runs his fingers over the bricks until those fingers slot inside one certain brick. An illusory brick. One made by him to appear and feel very real unless David himself touches it or someone else he’s allowed to access this little hidey hole.
He pulls out a box and flips up its lid to reveal a bag of dried marijuana and a few rolled joints. David takes a joint and shoves the box back into its hole. He leans back against the wall, slotting the joint between his lips.
Come on, dude, whines Cyndi, still providing David access to their pyrokinetics so he can light the weed. I wasn’t that annoying.
“You wanted us to burn down the fuckin’ classroom,” David hisses around the smoke huffed out through his teeth. “And weren’t letting up. Hence the panicked teleportation out of said classroom and now the weed. I need you an’ everyone else to fuckin’ mellow out.”
Psh, can’t take a joke.
David rolls his eyes and takes a good, long drag on his joint. He closes his eyes and leans into the mellow calm seeping into his mind. He feels it as the marijuana does the job, feels as it makes his alters sluggish and sleepy. Much better. Easier to deal with. Even if he does soon find himself getting uncharacteristically hungry.
It also fucks with his own focus, his own awareness. Which is why he’s surprised when he hears someone come around the corner. Which is why he jerks away from the wall and why eyes widen when they lock on Tabitha Smith, the lit joint still in his hand.
“Fuck,” he grunts, grimacing.
