I can totally fucking google. Just because I don't own a computer doesn't mean I'm inept, thank you.
[He rolls his eyes, heaving a huff of amused laughter at the other teen as he takes a drink off his beer. It's better than his usual, and Lynda will probably give him shit, but he doesn't care. Not when his facing this down, trying to shy away from the truth that's staring him in the face.]
You want a joint?
[He leans against the TV on its precarious stand as easily as he does the wall at school, looking over at the Godfrey teen on the couch that acts as a makeshift living room. Pretends that's an answer to what's wrong with him. With what's happening to his body (or what he suspects, anyway) he's not even sure how much it'll help with the pain, but he offers anyway.]
no subject
[He rolls his eyes, heaving a huff of amused laughter at the other teen as he takes a drink off his beer. It's better than his usual, and Lynda will probably give him shit, but he doesn't care. Not when his facing this down, trying to shy away from the truth that's staring him in the face.]
You want a joint?
[He leans against the TV on its precarious stand as easily as he does the wall at school, looking over at the Godfrey teen on the couch that acts as a makeshift living room. Pretends that's an answer to what's wrong with him. With what's happening to his body (or what he suspects, anyway) he's not even sure how much it'll help with the pain, but he offers anyway.]