[ Plastic? What is that? He doesn't understand the word, but right now he's trying to focus on something past the burning sensation in his arm. The blistered skin starting to flame red and patchy, the M carved what feels like all the way to his bone.
He takes the half-smoked cigarette out of his pocket with trembling fingers, the pain starting to ebb into the corners of his mind. He was supposed to split this, 50/50, but he needs a little something to take the edge off. ]
... Got a light?
[ And a way to keep him from being one of those stupid idiots that ends up killing themselves because of infection? ]
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He takes the half-smoked cigarette out of his pocket with trembling fingers, the pain starting to ebb into the corners of his mind. He was supposed to split this, 50/50, but he needs a little something to take the edge off. ]
... Got a light?
[ And a way to keep him from being one of those stupid idiots that ends up killing themselves because of infection? ]