[the boy's eyes fall to the gum. one black eyebrow arches high on his forehead. skeptical. disbelieving. his stare cuts to her the next instant, suspicious. he doesn't mind being made fun of that much, as a general rule, but he doesn't like to be made a fool of when it comes to drugs. drugs is his thing.
but he can play it off. he puts a smile on, sudden. nonchalant. i give no fucks, the smile says. if this is the joke i'm in on it. and thus, in on it, he reaches over to grasp the stick of gum. when his thumb brushes roughly over the edge of her hand, there's another psychic thrill. messy joy, a safe haven to retreat to, away from anxiety and rage and everything else that makes bad children tick.
in the meantime, he haphazardly runs a quick, furtive psychometric scan over the gum. his control tends to be sporadic, though; he's as likely to get empty static as the truth.] And what's your poison, princess? [he asks, distractedly.] Pick a class or a color.
up to you if the psychometry works <3
but he can play it off. he puts a smile on, sudden. nonchalant. i give no fucks, the smile says. if this is the joke i'm in on it. and thus, in on it, he reaches over to grasp the stick of gum. when his thumb brushes roughly over the edge of her hand, there's another psychic thrill. messy joy, a safe haven to retreat to, away from anxiety and rage and everything else that makes bad children tick.
in the meantime, he haphazardly runs a quick, furtive psychometric scan over the gum. his control tends to be sporadic, though; he's as likely to get empty static as the truth.] And what's your poison, princess? [he asks, distractedly.] Pick a class or a color.