nonscriptum: if you put a vegetable on there, so help me God (I'll have one meat lovers pizza please)
𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎 ([personal profile] nonscriptum) wrote2019-12-08 12:08 am
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wittingly: (A ᴄᴇᴍᴇᴛᴇʀʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ I ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2020-10-12 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Does all of that make complete and total sense? Yes. Is he happy about any of it regardless? Resounding no.

His lips press together in a gentle unhappy line, though the soft cloud of pot in his mind keeps him from dipping to outright upset. His fingers card through his hair, catch about midway through as some of the curls lock together. He abandons the motion, and the tendrils sort of flop dejectedly over onto one side.

Nate doesn't shy from the eye contact, but Ian does a little - it's just a slight dip and sideways look wherein his eyes land on his glass as he settles heavily back into the couch. ]


I just don't want you to get hurt, man. It sounds fucking dangerous.
wittingly: (I ᴡɪsʜ I ᴡᴀs sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2020-10-19 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's quiet for a second, words in his head that he turns over a few times to weigh them against the sober part of his brain and determine if it's a good idea to actually say them. Weed makes his filter drop a little, he forgets for a few seconds at a time to actually think before he speaks.

What he's thinking about saying feels a little too real-sounding, though, and responding to doesn't mean a lot to you the way he almost does... Yeah, he'd replay it later on without being stoned and probably agonize over it. Kick himself like a moron.

In the end, the sand sifts under the surface and it's smoothed back into glass with the absent motion of his tongue passing over his lips. ]


Alright, man, but if you get into trouble...

[ You have his number. Does it come across as that, or does it come across as if you get into trouble keep it away from me? Can't be sure it comes across the way it means it to, he's second guessing himself a little with that pot-based paranoia.

Just to be sure, he follows it up with a blithe, self-deprecating offer. ]


I can make some neat fucking... walls, or something.
wittingly: (Mʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2020-10-23 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ It drives a soft, amused scoff out of him. Yeah, yeah, shut up, maybe he's not the best at delivering the appropriate amount (but not too much) of sincerity while stoned.

Good to have the lightness back, and it's written in his expression somewhere even as he lifts his eyes to shoot Nate a look.

Half-mutters: ]


Better than your walls anyway, Winnesota.