#denver:start

violet: k, thanks

It might not necessarily have been legal to smoke marijuana in public, but then, Jasper wasn’t always inclined to do things based on whether or not the juridical system approved of them. Besides, there were no police--not even those pathetic rent-a-cops--in seeing distance, and the day was so lovely that spending it anywhere but the park seemed blasphemous. And he wasn’t just relaxing, either--perhaps it was the punch he’d taken, but his creativity seemed boundless today, which was why he found himself barefoot in the park in spite of his lingering hangover, blades of dewy grass clinging to his feet, and a joint hanging from his lips with a sprawling canvas laid out in front of him. Buckets of paint lined the perimeter, and his jeans and old Nirvana shirt were covered. There was very little rhyme or reason to the pictures unfolding before him--he was simply letting his mind wander. “What do you think?” he asked of the person passing by him, wiping at his forehead with his arm and smearing pink across his eyebrow. “More blue? Or more purple?”

            lenny sat with her legs crossed and sighed as she looked at the area around her. she was seated in the back of a coffee shop and an empty cup of hot chocolate sitting beside her. the person sitting behind her was talking too fast for lenny to keep up, but she figured it’d also be easier if she had been listening from the start. “it’s kind of stuffy in here. do you want to maybe go outside?” she said after a moment when she felt like there was a long enough pause for her to speak. “i can feel my skin crying for some vitamin d.”

he was on his way home when he noticed the other car on the side of the road, hazard lights flashing. the driver out of the vehicle, hunched over the steaming engine. ‘you definitely don’t want to put your face in there bud’ he thought to himself as he pulled over, window down. “Are you all good? Do you need help? I’m a mechanic myself, just got off my shift actually, I can take a look?” Luckily he was still in his work clothes, a little more grease on them wouldn’t hurt.

vi: and kick out the ghost. this is unacceptable.

vi: fun facts vi: i hate you

ultraviolet: i found him ultraviolet: he is squishy ultraviolet: he is now my squishy