Distractions||Darson&Demi
Leave it to the raven haired male to smoke a joint right before going for his stupid little tutor session with some girl who's name he couldn't remember. He didn't really care much about this stupid course and had no plans of paying attention to whatever this chick was supposed to be explaining to him. She'd given her his address and he was just now showing up, about ten minutes late. She'd probably be mad, but, like stated before, he just didn't give a fuck.
He stepped up to her door and knocked on the wooden board before crossing his arms over his chest, scratching a bit at his stubble covered chin as he waited for her to answer. He wondered if he could have some fun out of this, maybe push her buttons until she caved. Yeah, this was going to be a lot funner than he had intended.
