Characters: Gael and Leon Shaw Setting: Leon's room Content: Uh, drug use but otherwise fairly alright. Summary: Gael and Leon are just having a twin talk. Or attempting to, seeing as Leon's more blitzed than sober...and Gael's just Gael.
Leon flipped the mint case open for the eight hundredth time as he stared at the computer in front of him. JanJan's IM window was blinking again, but somehow he couldn't remember what he was trying to say anymore. He wasn't even sure he cared about what he'd been trying to say, either. Still, he managed to type 'sleep' before minimizing it and turning away.
"Fuckin' hell," he muttered, slouching in the chair as he stared up at the ceiling. His playlist flipped over to a new song, a vibrant dance beat bouncing about in his head as he stared. Maybe he should have asked what it was Sim passed him earlier, but as far as little pills went...Leon never cared to ask. And did it matter? No, no it didn't because as fucked up as this was...
It felt nice. Hell, he was almost giddy.
Turning around again he plucked his phone up from the desk and tapped out a text message to Gael, If you were blue, do you think anyone would say anything to you?
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