#goldendragonboy

“Really? Considering I almost never sleep because my head is like a bullet train trying to get its passages to the next station on time” after the older male took the offered cigarette he slides the packet back into his back pocket of his jeans. He inhaled the smoke, letting it linger in his lungs for a little bit before exhaling and flicking the end of the bud for the ash to fall to the ground. “Relaxing— well I wish. I can’t settle lately, I’ve been stressed I guess. I’m happy you’re not busy, I could do with a drink or two and to just chill with you. I miss when we would sit around in pleated pyjamas with our burbon and cuban cigars” after inhaling again, the smoke exhales through his nose as he laughs at the good memories from their gtop era, recording baby good night.

"So, there’s you practically getting no sleep... and then there’s me, sleeping absolutely whenever I can. Two sides of the same coin, huh?” Chuckling a bit, mostly to himself at the thought, he held the cigarette between his fingers, patting down his pants to find a lighter. “Ahh... no, no. I might be doing things here and there but the only thing I’m usually only busy with is our schedules. I could do with that as well. Its been a while since we’ve settled down and just had a good time together.” It took a moment for him to realize that he hadn’t had one on him-- having listened to everything you were saying during the process. Not-so-sneakily the male reached out with the stick, pushing it against the leader’s cheek. “Also, would you happen to have a lighter?”