#this is... garbage but whatever

he’s had a LONG weekend and his current state made it obvious. he was outside roller jam smoking a cigarette, but the cigarette was burning on it’s own, large string of ash dropping to the ground and lex’s face rested in his hand, nodding off right there in his spot on the ground. a weekend long event was great for business, but he was wiped out. a noise pulls him from his half-asleep state, free hand rubbing at his tired eyes when he noticed someone near him, who likely witnessed him nearly sleeping outside. “long weekend.” he laughs softly, shaking his head. “a busy business, a needy kid. it tires you out.”