Okay, you have got to stop hanging around children's soccer games. [ Mostly mumbled to himself as he tucks the shirt into the slacks. His hair is still a mess and (sorry) he still only really has his chucks, but when he wiggles from the bedroom into the bathroom and looks himself over, that's....okay, admittedly, that's pretty nice. He grabs a comb to wet and tame some of his curls--to try anyway. ] You ever smoke, Eddie?
( quentin can take as long as he wants; eddie's preoccupied by reading through his notebooks. the more personal, the better. )
It's a dreadful habit... But we men need something to curb the edge. I only smoke Peterson, as my father did. And his father before him. And you? You prefer a Mac Baren pipe?
[ The notebooks are extremely personal, every one--but at a glance, they look just like research. He takes these things very personally: notes on dream symbology, insomnia, Shadow work, boogiemen from cultures all over the world. Serial killers, pedophiles, GED prep course. The usual. The notes rarely fill a whole page; he's distractable. But they're intense when he writes them, handwriting cramped and frantic. ]
Ah--I was just thinking about weed. [ Look, he's pretty cleaned up when he comes out, hair swept up out of his face with a stretch comb. He opens his hands up at his sides to show off for a second, then goes into a cabinet above his sink for an old cigar box. ] I don't really fuck with indicas, cuz I get too groggy? But this blend I get from my guy really mellows me out when I'm wound up. You should take a hit.
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( quentin can take as long as he wants; eddie's preoccupied by reading through his notebooks. the more personal, the better. )
It's a dreadful habit... But we men need something to curb the edge. I only smoke Peterson, as my father did. And his father before him. And you? You prefer a Mac Baren pipe?
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Ah--I was just thinking about weed. [ Look, he's pretty cleaned up when he comes out, hair swept up out of his face with a stretch comb. He opens his hands up at his sides to show off for a second, then goes into a cabinet above his sink for an old cigar box. ] I don't really fuck with indicas, cuz I get too groggy? But this blend I get from my guy really mellows me out when I'm wound up. You should take a hit.