βyou okay?β β @notaleader
send βyou okay?β to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night.
Ocean blue gaze fixed on the softly smoldering tip of the cigarette perched between his fingers. He watched as the breeze caused gentle flareups in the illumination with fading interest as his legs hung over the side of the building.Β βIβm fine,β Elliot replied before taking a slow drag of his cigarette.Β
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Of course as his sister, Darlene had the added skill of detecting his bullshitΒ more so than most. It was not a foolproof detection system, he was a very difficult person to read. Always in his head and making very little known about the inner workings of his mind. The thoughts that formed there.Β βI feel like getting high if that counts as not okay,β he pointed out unhelpfully, billowing smoke up into the air and letting the breeze carry it away from the rooftop.Β βBut I suppose we have a lot of work still to do. Bad idea.β@notaleader