she was just… sort of torn, really. caught on the new truth that she and roman were different, in a fundamental kind of way. they weren’t, like, friends or anything - but she had liked the thought that she wasn’t alone, the night they met. she had liked to have someone to SHARE in what she was doing. and she had figured, in a way, that their similarities ran deeper than their differences, but…. he was, clearly, someone with his shit a LOT more together than she could ever hope to. he had his own small business, for crying out loud. “hope you made sure they don’t dull you down. disney’s wicked bad for making a good story pg-13. just look at all those fucking.. fairytale, things,” ‘grimms fairytales’, is what she was SEARCHING for, but… she’d never really excelled when it came to classes and remembering things and whatnot. “i can’t believe i gateway drugged you. pot is like…- the ginger ale of substance abusing. jack shit, so we’re clear.” man, in a way - she was kind of RELIEVED he hadn’t sunk into the sticky depths of addiction because of her. that would’ve been just one more thing to feel guilty for. “so, you’re like.. a full on dealer, then. loyal clientele and everything?”
she was right. they were different. different people, different lifestyles, different perspectives. all that united them was roman’s nearly comical passivity. his readiness to jump into things for the aesthetic of it, or the scientific merit of it. he had very little respect for life, both his and others, and it made him reckless, which he supposes is what brings them together. nikki is dysfunctional enough to do things and roman is careless enough to folow her along the way. it’s an odd sort of bond, not one he’d be able to put to words, not that he would give enough thought into it to be able to. he was in for the ride. that was roman for you. ❝ i’m a lot of things. definitely not dull. i’m more afraid i’d be made into a villian. and black isn’t much my color. dark blue, maybe. ❞ he shrugged his shoulders in a lazy sort of way. it be like that sometimes, y’know. ❝ ginger ale of substance abusing, jesus christ. you gateway drugged and got me to do coke for the first time. you’re a dangerous woman. ❞ pot ? that was nothing. in roman’s rather intellectual opinion, most people could stand to enjoy smoking pot from time to time. ❝ yeah, basically. at least i’d like to think so. ❞