Playing chicken when both are so foolhardy makes it a fight to the bitter end. Roman keeps his spooky eyes trained on the other boy. He licks his lips and places the unlit blunt just so.
"I might. If you make it interesting that is."
Where he can see it all. Actually see it and not know it's happening in the other room or while he's so very distracted doing something else. He's about to light up when the quest does tilt him off balance. What a question and right now. Well plaid, gypsy. Spooky eyes blink slowly.
"Like a full, spiced syrup. Still hot, coppery enough to get your attention. Kinda like chocolate melted too much." He scratches his chin with his thumb nail. Not smoking yet.
Roman swallows and images the taste.
"Some call it freaky shit. Just another day for you." And himself. Roman tries to clear his throat. Not just the taste that gets him, the memory of how it feels slipping on his skin. Liquid life.
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"I might. If you make it interesting that is."
Where he can see it all. Actually see it and not know it's happening in the other room or while he's so very distracted doing something else. He's about to light up when the quest does tilt him off balance. What a question and right now. Well plaid, gypsy. Spooky eyes blink slowly.
"Like a full, spiced syrup. Still hot, coppery enough to get your attention. Kinda like chocolate melted too much." He scratches his chin with his thumb nail. Not smoking yet.
Roman swallows and images the taste.
"Some call it freaky shit. Just another day for you." And himself. Roman tries to clear his throat. Not just the taste that gets him, the memory of how it feels slipping on his skin. Liquid life.