[ a short snorted laugh leaves him and wolfgang smiles around the joint between his lips. fucking baby hands. triscuit, you're ridiculous. ]
You spend every windy day sober, baby hands? [ he mutters, teasing, as he steps up close enough to cup his hands around the light, leaning in and breathing deep to get the joint lit quickly. the first wave of smoke in his lungs is a pleasant burn, whatever mixture is in the pot tasting almost sweet. nic makes some good shit. and instead of fucking with the lighter to get tris's lit, wolfgang waves a hand with a 'gimme that' gesture, before plucking the unlit joint from his friend's lips, swapping his own out for that one, and tapping the already lit one to the end. easier this way. there you go. puff away, boo.
he could have just leaned in and done the hella gay thing while tris kept it in his mouth, but he's not sure tris is really feeling porno levels of gay right now, so. best to leave it. ] Want to talk, or just smoke?
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You spend every windy day sober, baby hands? [ he mutters, teasing, as he steps up close enough to cup his hands around the light, leaning in and breathing deep to get the joint lit quickly. the first wave of smoke in his lungs is a pleasant burn, whatever mixture is in the pot tasting almost sweet. nic makes some good shit. and instead of fucking with the lighter to get tris's lit, wolfgang waves a hand with a 'gimme that' gesture, before plucking the unlit joint from his friend's lips, swapping his own out for that one, and tapping the already lit one to the end. easier this way. there you go. puff away, boo.
he could have just leaned in and done the hella gay thing while tris kept it in his mouth, but he's not sure tris is really feeling porno levels of gay right now, so. best to leave it. ] Want to talk, or just smoke?
[ he can do either. ]