of course she didn’t. those wannabe punk types never do, with their entire ill-founded ideology surrounding pseudo-anarchism to make their dull, white picket fence lives more exciting. more edgy. he’d seen enough of it in the 90′s to last a lifetime —– still, he supposed, there was little else for a stoner dropout to do than dye their hair blue and wave their middle fingers at whoever was unfortunate enough to be in their way. it made him sick. what comes forth, however, is a wry smile and a quick shake of his head. her comment earns a good-natured chuckle, broad shoulders bobbing slightly with the exertion. ❛ so i’ve heard. an admirable quality, at your age, if not… slightly cliché. ❜