P R O P H E T .

          Lakshmana laughed wryly, blowing a           prolonged raspberry just inches from           the other’s face. Any spit that got on           him was surely minimal payback for           his snark. 

                    “I’m working on my fuckin’ PhD in theoretical                     mathematics, Captain Fuck Pants. What I                     want— is your weird Canadian con artist                     expertise. See, I want someone to be the tasty                     construction worker with a plow, and my—                     beautiful, Olympian-like body is the snow.                     But, they’re married so, I need you to do                     something about it.”

          “Break the marriage apart, whatever, you’re           gonna get my stash so who cares. Do whatever           it takes.”

                                                          "  ----  ....  what  ?  “ 

    her request makes him laugh at first, but as soon as     he realizes how serious she is about it, it disappears     from one second to the other. no. fucking. way. 

        “  you are bloody insane ! like  ----  better get your libido under         control. this can’t be healthy. besides, as if you’d care if there’s         a marriage in the way. you could simply fuck him without my         help, it would probably end in the same disaster, anyway.  “ 

                                     — starter for @flxordie​

          Yes, Lakshmana did indeed make           travel all the way to the Ghale           Homestead in the fucking snow to           wave a big bag of weed in front of           Yogi’s nose. The only way to brag           about a good stash is to hold it out           in front of a stoner like a dog.

                    “Primo shit. Got it from a client—                     the one who’s got the weed fields                     as far as the eye can see. And                     you, including your little boyfriend,                     can’t have jackshit. Unless you do                     me a favor.”

    she’s not being serious, is she  ----  oh, she is. great !     this fucking kid -- the princess -- just can’t stop being     a dick. but isn’t he used to it ?          (  indeed, he is.  ) 

             “  how can i serve the royal dimwit ?  “,                                                    he says sarcastically. 

Again this riding-an-elephant story. He always wanted to do that, don’t he?  Just sitting on that beast, together. Riding through the lands, probably  smashing everything. No, definitely not Reggie’s thing. The respect towards  big animals was just as big as towards trombone players. 

   “ We talked about this man, I’m not gonna do this. These things can go      wild, you know? What if it’s an aggressive one and it throws us off the       second we sit comfortably. Sorry, cross me out. “ 

Taking the joint again, Reggie just shrugged.  

   “ I mean, go for it. You gonna be a dead man. “ 

    “  when did you become such a negative and scared     person, regg ? all you talk about is dead men.  “ 

he pauses, leaning forward to grab the joint once again, taking another drag before he watches the smoke floating in the air for one or two seconds. then he nudges his best friend’s arm with a smile. 

 “ You’re not expecting me to buy that, right? I’m pretty sure     the canadian national team would just laugh at you when they      see you swimming like a seal with only one… paw.. leg? Flipper?     Ugh, I don’t know. Damnit, Donald! –It’s not worth it!      –C’mon up here, I lit the joint. Gonna smoke it all alone if you      won’t change your mind. You gonna regret it, you 24-carat idiot! “ –what? 

                                        "  ...  ----  ah, fuck. whatever.  “  

he can’t leave his best friend alone with that joint, can he ? so he lurches back up to Reggie, sitting down onto the ground before he rips the joint out of his friend’s hand. it would have been his turn, anyway. 

    “ I ain’t got no pop-eyes. – I just think it would be        easier to not get eaten by animals in the water,        okay? I haven’t smoked enough for that shit.       —- Come back up here, man. You don’t need        to prove yourself. I’m not gonna pull your dead        body out of the water, I swear! “ 

     “ Well, we’re not so alive anymore if we’re gonna         take a swim with some crocodiles and killer-fishes.          Can’t we just look for a bridge to cross? –Or wait          for someone to drive by? “              What a loser. 

     “ You’re just frustrated and can’t handle these skills. “ What?

flxordie

“You work for Noore don’t you? I feel like I’ve seen you around the arena before.”