//A friend convinced me to come back to this stuff after like a 2 year haitus. Soo..please bear with me, I'm a little out of practice. Anywho I'm 22 yo with 11 years of experience, just a lil rusty. Hope y'all find me fun :)
"Aaaaah, let'm. I ain't meanin' no harm."
COUGH
"...not much. Should 'ear my American accent when I ain't down deep in...in...."
Fuck, he's lost his train of thought.
Hard squinting
".....o rite, I just met yeh."
He straightens his back
"Y'mean like t h i s?"
Ahem-
"WEEL HOOOOWDY Y'ALL, WE'S NEEDIN' A DISPENSERMATIC RAAAIHT HERE, GIDDYUP NOW!"
[still cracking up, wiping tears from his eyes]
Listen, listen, half th' time I can't tell what th' hell everyone around here is sayin so I just nod an' say somethin like 'yeah sounds about right'. Th' accents around here are RIDICULOUS man.
"Eh, forget 'bout it."
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"Once forgot I 'ad eyes after some right high-grade juice if y'know wot I mean. Spent 'n hour er two bumpin' imma God knows what."
He holds the bong back out, careful to keep a tight grip in case Scout drops it
"Eh, forget 'bout it."
r i i i i i i i i i i i I I I I I I P P
"Once forgot I 'ad eyes after some right high-grade juice if y'know wot I mean. Spent 'n hour er two bumpin' imma God knows what."
He holds the bong back out, careful to keep a tight grip in case Scout drops it
[COugh cOUGH chOuGh]
Y-Yeah, I getcha. I'm too chill t' fight right now anyway. Just dont call me lil or anythin, alright? You already took a hit off th' sacred furbong, so ya gotta promise.
"Got 'bout eight seconds'a fightin' left in me life, 'n a'm savin' that fer if I get mugged. Er, y'know, someone cuts 'n fronna me at the coffee shop."
He takes a deep rip off the bong, holding it poker-faced for about fifteen seconds before handing it back.
"Thanks, mate. This is where the fun begins..."