@homiecid4l + you feel semi-comfortable around me."
Surveying the younger man sitting at his side, he hums a tiny tune and absentmindedly plays with the laces on his boots.
"Do you usually have a hard time opening up to someone?"
@homiecid4l "Well, I'm not /actually/ a therapist. It's just a fake title." He hands over the cola, tapping the edge of his nail against the bottle as it's taken.
"Sometimes it's easier to talk to someone you don't know well. I'd say we know each other on a surface level, enough that+
@homiecid4l + be.. less literate. More loose-lipped.
He slumps his posture, continually licking his lips for a moment. Mouth a bit dry. Still, he reaches for the blunt when it's his turn and takes deep drags.
@homiecid4l He huffs at the prospect of being good at anything else. Shaking his head so fiercely his curls wobble.
"I'm not sure what makes me happy. Anything I've tried ends up being.. er, tainted. Rotten, maybe. It goes bad." He sighs, shaking his head again. When he smoked he could +
@ItalianStaIIi0n Darren's laughter echoes from inside his helmet, and he leans forward as he accelerates.
"Of course not! It would be a shame if we died before I could show you my new house~" He sings out happily, his new place was bigger and had more room for his cat and chicken friends.
Darren allows a shrill screech to leave his lips as he flings himself at @ItalianStaIIi0n, wrapping his arms around the other and squeezing tightly.
"AaaHH, Christian! Imissedyousomuchhowareyoudoingareyoubeingsafewhereareyoustayingdoyouneedtostayatmyplaceyouknowhowlonely-" +