[If you're going to be like that, Jesse, she'll snoop around looking for his communicator and open it when she gets it.
Not for a total invasion of privacy. Just deleting some of the messages she sent him, which doesn't count as an invasion of privacy at all, right? He doesn't need to know about the banana story. Or about those photos. She resists the urge to delete the whole chain, and she can't stop looking at the pile of empty hypoes as she does. This is bringing back bad memories, and it's disgusting besides.]
[His arm starts to bother him and he scratches at it a few times before rolling onto his side so there's less pressure on it. Something funny happens then. His eyes flit open and he stares straight at Rin, but it's like he doesn't see her. Or like he expected her to be there. His tongue is all heavy in his mouth when he talks:]
[He pauses to glance at the needles, then hisses another "fuck" under his breath.]
That's - Jesus, I'm sorry. I wanted to make sure I wouldn't run out.
[He puts the pipe back down and starts clearing the needles away, though he's doing a bit of a shaky job of it, given that his fingers are still numb.]
[As out of it as he is, he can still sense her discomfort - or he's been trained, at least, to feel guilty about exposing non-users to this stuff. He glances at her and immediately lowers his head.]
It's, um, K. Tranquilizer. I was starting to get a little - I just needed to be brought down. So I could sleep. 'cause it was getting intense. Sorta needed to even out, you know?
[He grabs away the needle Rin's reaching for and sweeps it and the others under his bed.]
Nah, it ain't dangerous. I mean, as long as you're on something soft when you're shooting up, 'cause you go out like a light in two seconds.
[He sits on the edge of the bed and reaches for the pipe again. He looks about ready to roll over and pass out, which is why he's packing another rock into the bowl.]
[He looks uncertain about that, but if she's saying she doesn't mind, he'll go with it. Smoking meth isn't like weed or even cigarettes. There's not really any smoke at all, nothing to breathe secondhand. There's not even a smell, since his product is so pure. When he heats the bowl, the crystal inside starts to vaporize, and it's the vapor he inhales.
It doesn't look pleasant. After he takes the hit, he clenches his jaw and grinds his teeth a little. When the rush passes, he sets the pipe aside and glances at Rin with eyes that are much more alert now - and a little ashamed.]
[She stares back quite baldly. Then his shame sinks in a little and she averts her eyes slightly in response. She doesn't need to watch that pain like it's under a microscope.]
Why do you do it? [Okay, she heard his rant before but she barely listened to it.]
[He returns the pipe and lighter to the floor, then rubs at his neck while he considers the question.]
Because, um... I want to? I mean, I dunno. I can kick it anytime I want. But I don't get the point in kicking. It's not like I got anything else going on.
[He mimes a little, trying to explain it in a more scientific way than usual, so it doesn't sound like he's trying to push it on her. He ends up pressing his hands together into a V-shape, mimicking a zooming camera.]
...everything gets super sharp. Clear. And, like, interesting. Like it's in focus, HD resolution. And whatever you're doing, you get real into it and you got energy - like a lot of energy. Like I couldn't sleep for days while the zombie thing was going on, and that was the point. Like, stay up and make sure you don't die. So I took more than usual, right, and that's why I needed to tranq myself after. 'cause I needed to come down and rest.
Yeah, I made sure. I mean, before I let myself sleep. But it's good they're really gone. I was a little worried, like, false alarm, there's more. But yeah. Good.
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Not for a total invasion of privacy. Just deleting some of the messages she sent him, which doesn't count as an invasion of privacy at all, right? He doesn't need to know about the banana story. Or about those photos. She resists the urge to delete the whole chain, and she can't stop looking at the pile of empty hypoes as she does. This is bringing back bad memories, and it's disgusting besides.]
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Izzat your dad?
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Rolling with it.]
No. What did you do to yourself?
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[He blinks blearily, then apparently comes to, because his head gives a sudden jerk and he rubs at his eyes.]
Fuuuuck... Where am I?
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You're in your room. I called you like five times.
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[Like that's not obvious. He flops back against the pillow, huffs out a breath as he gathers up his strength, then rolls over to reach for his pipe.]
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You know, I don't really understand your thing, but is there an actual purpose to leaving those out? [Gesturing at the hypos.]
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That's - Jesus, I'm sorry. I wanted to make sure I wouldn't run out.
[He puts the pipe back down and starts clearing the needles away, though he's doing a bit of a shaky job of it, given that his fingers are still numb.]
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What was in these?
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It's, um, K. Tranquilizer. I was starting to get a little - I just needed to be brought down. So I could sleep. 'cause it was getting intense. Sorta needed to even out, you know?
[He grabs away the needle Rin's reaching for and sweeps it and the others under his bed.]
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[He sits on the edge of the bed and reaches for the pipe again. He looks about ready to roll over and pass out, which is why he's packing another rock into the bowl.]
Sorry if I scared you.
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No, I mean... shouldn't you toss the needles...
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[He picks up his lighter, then seems to remember his manners and looks back to Rin.]
Do you mind if I - Or, like, do you want to..?
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It doesn't look pleasant. After he takes the hit, he clenches his jaw and grinds his teeth a little. When the rush passes, he sets the pipe aside and glances at Rin with eyes that are much more alert now - and a little ashamed.]
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Why do you do it? [Okay, she heard his rant before but she barely listened to it.]
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Because, um... I want to? I mean, I dunno. I can kick it anytime I want. But I don't get the point in kicking. It's not like I got anything else going on.
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[He mimes a little, trying to explain it in a more scientific way than usual, so it doesn't sound like he's trying to push it on her. He ends up pressing his hands together into a V-shape, mimicking a zooming camera.]
...everything gets super sharp. Clear. And, like, interesting. Like it's in focus, HD resolution. And whatever you're doing, you get real into it and you got energy - like a lot of energy. Like I couldn't sleep for days while the zombie thing was going on, and that was the point. Like, stay up and make sure you don't die. So I took more than usual, right, and that's why I needed to tranq myself after. 'cause I needed to come down and rest.
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I think they're cleaned out, you know. The zombies I mean.
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Yeah, I made sure. I mean, before I let myself sleep. But it's good they're really gone. I was a little worried, like, false alarm, there's more. But yeah. Good.
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