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I have some. Rooftop, ten minutes?

[ after a brief pause, this: ]

You ok?

Rough night. Just got back.

Could use a friend.

Sorry.

I'll cover it. Don't worry about owing. [ he will also cover being a friend. ]

[ ~~What about covering for being friends that sometimes make out............................~~ ]

Had worse. It's good.

OMW.

[ And he'll meet you up on the roof, which is never a particularly safe place to go and get high, but they're pros, they can manage that much, can't they? Without, you know. Tumbling to their dooms. He's going to bring a jacket though, because it is getting cold and he feels a little wiped. He's got some cigarettes left so he brings them just in case, a lighter too. Bad possessions leave a body quiet and achey, it's nothing like the bliss he gets from riding a good high. He's just cold and heavy now. When he catches Wolfgang's silhouette, he whistles. ]

Hey, you.

[ ~~well, this chat did start with a bj offer, jussayin...................~~ ]

See you.

[ bad possession, wolfgang knows. bad possessions, wolfgang knows really fucking well and as much as he'd rather he didn't, what he can do, these powers, seems like something inevitable, already written into his life. besides, what the hell else would he be doing with his life? before heading out, he rolls a couple joints and tucks them into his pocket. the wind on the roof is kind of a bitch sometimes. at the whistle, he's tilting his head back to glance in tristan's direction. ]

Hey. [ man of many words, this guy. it shouldn't be surprising by now. digging out the two joints, he holds one out to the other boy silently. for u, frond. feel mo betta. ]

Edited 2015-10-28 05:39 (UTC)

[ ~~This is very true.~~

Tristan moves carefully towards him, digging into his jacket for his lighter and pulling it out. The wind is cool, a little stronger than he'd like, so he gestures for Wolfgang to come close. He takes the joint between his fingers and lifts it up to his lips, but ultimately offers Wolfgang the first light, cupping his hands around his mouth to keep the wind from making it a futile effort. ]

Help me out here, Wolfie, you're not gonna get a light with just my baby hands covering your joint.

[ Ok well, Tristan's hands aren't baby hands, but his fingers are thin and the joints a little ill-fitting together. It helps to have an extra shield against the wind. ]

[ 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?

[ he can do either. ]

Funny. But no, [ and there's a soft smirk here ] I get someone with nice big hands to cover for me. It's easy.

[ Take that.

Tris watches him light one on the other and opts to take the joint straight from his fingertips with his mouth, half a kiss on Wolfgang's fingertips as he pulls away and takes the first hot hit of it, tasting the cloying mix and letting it sit inside of him a moment before he lets it go. As he speaks, the smoke writhes in shapes on the air. ] Don't be a rock tonight, okay? Tell me I'm pretty or something.

[ He pulls back and finds a good seat before getting down, joint caught between his lips and then his fingers for another hit before he lets that settle. ]

Sit. This is Nic's good shit. I can tell. [ You're being generous. It's the best batch she's hawked. ]

Just using me for my hands. Shameful. [ in a mildly tut-tut sort of tone, but obviously not serious. his eyes follow tris as he leans in, lips pressing to his fingertips, and the corner of wolfgang's mouth curls up in a small, fond smile. cute. he gives the underside of Tris' chin a sort, soft tap with one of the kissed fingertips, which is Wolfganginese for 'ur a cutie, stop giving me warm fuzzies.'

another quiet laugh is breathed out around the joint, before wolfgang takes another deep inhale. this is the good shit. thanks, nic, you're a gem. moving to sit as he's told, he reaches to tug at the front of tris' jacket, tugging him along to sit against the nearest wall with him, flopping an arm up and over the other boy's shoulders once they settle. ]

You're pretty, you're hot, you have the most fucking stunning eyes in this school. [ the last bit said as he leans in some to look closer into his eyes. it's true. tristan's eyes are freaking gorgeous - they look like little explosions of light are going on in his irises 24/7. it's trippy. ]

You're too bright to be having shit nights. [ by bright he doesn't mean smart - wolfgang's much more literal than that. dani and tristan both, he looks at them and it's like they radiate, body and soul. ]

Edited 2015-10-30 08:25 (UTC)

[ The arm around his shoulders is heavy, warm, and he sighs leaning into it, soaking up the words a little idly with the joint hanging close to his lips like an afterthought. He laughs a bit, looking into Wolfgang's eyes with more amusement than anything, though he could be preening a bit too--it's always hard to tell with Tris.

He presses a little closer into the crook of his shoulder and focuses on taking another hit, sucking air in through his teeth as he pulls back. ]

Oh, I like that one.

[ He leans back against his arm. The smoke escapes out his nose a bit, leaks into the air past his tongue and he feels that slight burn against everything inside of him, enough to close his eyes. He tips his chin up a little, like he remembers that touch (and he does) warm and firm and fond and he basks a little in remembering it just right. ]

Wish there were actual rules like that, though. "Can't have a shitty night, you're too bright, you win." Would make things a lot easier for us, don't you think?

[ He rests his free hand leisurely on Wolfgang's thigh, drumming softly. There's a beat somewhere downstairs, someone playing something hard and fast and he keeps easy timing with it on the tips of his fingers. ]

Yeah? [ wolfgang snorts a laugh, half muffled by the joint held between his lips, while easily accepting tristan's weight leaned into his shoulder, and the boy's snuggling up close. such open physical affection wasn't always something wolfgang managed easily, but over four years with these boys, it's something he's come to relish.

tilting his head, wolfgang's temple comes to lean against the top of tris' head, relaxing as he takes another deep inhale, holds it, and breathes the smoke out in a slow exhale, languid and loose. ]

When God hands over rules for this world to me and Marco, it'll be you and Dani spending your days lounging around, doing whatever the fuck strikes your fancy at the moment.

[ as if god would hand control of anything over to him or marco, though. hahaaaa. but hey, it's nice to dream.

he feels tris' fingertips tapping out the beat of music somewhere on the floors below them, and wolfgang's thumb, hand relaxed limply where its flopped on tris's shoulder, hooks into the collar of his friend's shirt, an idle motion having him trace the line of a collar bone on his skin. ]

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