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 Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 11:59 am
He couldn't help but grin at the teen's change in seating, but waved it off as he flourished his hand over to his cigarette case, cracking it open to take out a new one since it had been a while since his last.
"Probably an hour, half hour... It all depends on where she's at and how fast she drives, really. Loves fast cars, she does." he placed the cig between his lips, letting it hold limply at the corner of his mouth as he retrieved his zippo and snapped it open for a light.
"Never Accio in a room if there's some sorta open flame. Almost burned the Loft down once," he muttered and took a drag. The case lay open, looking like a mix between a rectangular compact mirror and a woman's wallet. There was a torn Misfits sticker at the upper corner of the mirror. Reg's reflection was somewhat clouded from the faint white powder smeared about the glass.
"I'll see when Mynx has her place open again and prod you about goin' again. I don't think I have enough piss an' vinegar left in me right now to do all the metal work myself."
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 12:05 pm
"She pickin' you up here, then?" Josh reached across the table to grab the phone so he wouldn't forget it. it wouldn't really fit in his pocket with him sitting down like he was so he had to keep it close.
Josh stared hard at the cigarette case, thinking. I mean, of course he knew cigarettes were bad for you or whatever, but what did it matter? If he was going to die from anything it definitely wasn't going to be cancer anyways. Lungs were overrated. Josh breathed in the smoke from Reg's cigarette, let it settle in his nostrils.
"Can I have one? I'll get you a pack or somethin' sometime." Josh blinked, thinking he wouldn't mind having quite a few more piercings if Reg was doing them.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 9:33 pm
"Nah, take one, babe. I don't buy 'em if I don't have to. Like rollin' 'em myself. Spices an' s**t mixed in there... No reason to not be spoiled if ya can do it yourself." he pushed the case over to him, taking another drag from his own.
"She'll show up at some point, but I'll probably get my own ride when I feel like comin' home later tonight. Show's are off until Wednesday, I think. Can't get the breath in me to sing like I need to just yet. Reckon, I am gettin' old." he smiled, but it was more genuine than bitter. The zippo flicked open again, flames popping to life in an offering to Josh for when the youth had gotten his f**.
"'m a bad influence on you. Goodie. S'fun corruptin' people, ya know."
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 10:27 pm
Josh took one of the cigarettes and yawned before setting it between his lips. His chin was resting on his palm now, elbow propped on the table. He let Reg light it up for him, and he breathed deep, the smoke and heat filling his mouth. He blew it out his nose again, managing not to cough. It burned his nostrils, but felt good at the same time. He imagined himself a dragon, or some demon in the night, fog for breath.
He rested his head back down, holding the cigarette between two fingers and letting the rest of the smoke out his mouth. He could feel his lungs protesting, but paid them no mind, watching the tip smolder, eyes unfocused. He felt warmer now that he was next to Reg. "Don't look old..."
"And I got way more bad influence then you, Reg, trust me on that." This was a long time coming; his parents weren't the best of people. He put the cigarette back in his mouth and let the smoke become his breath.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 7:01 am
"S'that a fact now, Joshie. Fair enough." he set the lighter aside and let his head lay back again, propping his feet up on the opposite booth. His jagged locks fell dangerously close to his cigarette when he rolled it from one corner of his mouth to the other, chewing thoughtfully on it.
"A body could sleep in here for a ********' week, you know that? Sleep everythin' off. Save bad influences, can't shake those off, can't sleep them off, can't cut them off.. S'cuz we all like 'em too much. Being naughty is addictive, not the naughty things you do, just act of doing it. Skin gets all tingly and y' bones feel like ********' steel." he murmured, watching the lighting fixture above their table.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 9:24 am
Josh looked sideways at Reg, watching. If he listened hard enough he could hear his own heart beating, the blood pumping through his veins. The rain seemed to have stopped, leaving the shop much quieter. Just the sound of them talking.
Reg seemed to be in the habit of saying some very strange things that made absolutely perfect sense to Josh. Though he was left unsure of how to respond to them, just listening made him feel like maybe he wasn't the only one who was crazy in the world. The good kind of crazy. Their kind.
"What fun is life without some bad influences." The smoke from his cigarette seemed to drift endlessly upward, like it was going through the ceiling and beyond into space. "World would be pretty boring without 'em..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 9:51 am
"Mm, truth. It really would be. All be a ********' pack of business tied sheep with three kids, a fence and a dog. No ********' thank you." he shook his head again, blowing smoke from his mouth.
"Kids ain't bad...but the idea that ya gotta be tied down and sacrifice all your own s**t...that's ********' bull. 'Course, I didn't deal with my kid up until she started goin' to school. S'when she got curious. S'funny how they'll come lookin' for you."
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 10:13 am
"I do like dogs though..." Josh looked thoughtful. He took another deep breath of the cigarette, blowing the smoke out his nose again. His lungs still heaved in protest but he liked even that aspect of it. He was the master of his own body, he could destroy it if he wanted to. The cigarette was close to burning out now so he snuffed it out on the empty plate in front of him.
"Yeah, guesso. When you have your parents you wanna run away from 'em and when you don't you go to find them... eh, when you're young you just don't really know what you want. Such as myself." His spit felt thick in his mouth. He felt like maybe he should leave soon, not because he wanted to but because it was all too perfect, and he didn't want to screw it up.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 2:30 pm
"I don't think we ever know what we want.. I'd love to find my mom. Like a nice, lil' mum..." he murmured, but shifted somewhat closer to Josh. Only pausing to taker another drag, he shifted again and knocked his head against the teen's arm, resting it there as he stared at the remaining sandwich.
"I like cats.. S'my animagus. ********' fun to go runnin' around at night. I'll give magic that... S'fun to be able to be something you feel you are and pretend you are most of your life. Fucin' mewlin' for scraps and a bit a' tail alley cat." he reached over, sounding amused again as he dragged the plate closer.
He picked at the bread, ripping some of the top of it off with his fingers before shoving it into his mouth. "You need to chill, Joshie. You got that vibe goin' on. Chill."
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 8:58 pm
Josh listened, looking down at the top of the singers head. He brought his fingertips up to touch Reg's hair, push some of the strands back behind his ear. The strands fell back in front of his face, stubborn, and Josh let his hand go back to the tabletop. The smoke was still thick in his mouth, another layer of the comfort of this place.
"I am chill. Dunno what you're talkin' about... just thinking is all. M'allowed to do that still, pretty sure." He was still looking downwards at Reg, smiling. Today turned out much better than expected. And after the rehearsal, who knew? Everything was changing now, Josh knew that much. The surreal feeling of sitting here with this singer he once idolized was gone. Reg wasn't that to him anymore; he was real. "Though guess my thoughts dig a bit deeper than I intend them... to sometimes."
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 9:30 am
"You just feel...buzzy. Like you're gonna fly off because ya got too much worker bee s**t goin' on. Fight or flight is a very real thing, ya know. I try to choose the first one over the latter." he nodded, but sat up again, taking another drag from his cigarette before pouring himself some more coffee.
"Ya miss out on so much s**t if ya let it run you off, thinkin' I mean."
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 10:09 am
"Yeah and what, you want me to fight you or something Reg?" Josh snorted, pushing the smaller male playfully. "Maybe you're just thinkin' too much about me thinkin'." Josh pulled up one of his knees from under the table, hugging it to his chest. It was a tight fit in the booth, but he managed.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 10:48 am
He laughed and continued to watch him, "Yeah. S'right. I'ma fight ********' Gargantua and get my skinny little a** kicked. Sounds like a plan."
He drank from his cup, holding the cigarette between his fingers. "b***h, I'd just run your a** over with my Jag. Don't need to go gettin' my hands dirty on your punk a**."
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 10:58 am
"Hey now, you're the one who looks like s**t from stated previous asskickings, not me." Josh started chewing on the skin around one of his fingernails without really thinking about it. "And if a lot of what I read about you is right, well, you're not driving in your Jag so often that it helps you any."
Josh smiled, yellow eyes locking with lavender. "Anyways, I can run pretty fast if I have a reason. Like you said, guess flight really is my stronger suit." He thought about all the times he ran away from home, from his problems. Fighting your parents wasn't really a viable solution to those sorts of problems.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 11:22 am
"S'that why you like yellow so much, eh?" he smirked, but waved him off so as to show he wasn't being malicious.
"I try not to drive my Jag when I'm out in the middle of the woods. I love that ********' car, man. Materialistic. S'that car for me." he reached up to scratch at the back of his neck, digging his nails into the skin to really get in there at the itch.
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