Ernest would lift his middle finger from where he was face-down on the couch, barely shifting his head so one eye would peek out from beneath the cushion. ❝SUCK DICK. Lucien, I wanted a dog before you decided to make MY HOUSE you stupid clubhouse. And it’s HYPOTHETICAL, jackass. I don’t have a stupid fucking dog, OBVIOUSLY, so why are you getting your thong in a knot?❞ GREAT, this was about what STUPID LUCIEN wants now.Just fantastic. ❝You can go somewhere else, you know. You don’t have to jack yourself off at MY place.❞
ONE BROW RAISES WITH INTEREST AS HE EYES ROBERT CAREFULLY, unsure on whether Robert truly meant it or not. He peers off to the side in annoyance, before directing his gaze back at Robert.
❝… That better be a promise, or else I’m kicking your shins.❞
YUP! The whole thing is about my goals for the future, and those are basically just to sit on a giant pile of MONEY with my TWENTY DOGS and also have a strong and mutually supportive relationship with my father into ADULTHOOD.
❝WOW, you must think you’re so fucking SPECIAL, huh? You think you’re cool and shit with the implication that you were gonna BRIBE me with something I didn’t know you HAD, and don’t even know if you ACTUALLY have. Y’know that? That’s a bullshit move, ‘MISTER CIDER.’ You’re a self-obsessed asshole just like EVERY OTHER ADULT in this stupid fucking neighborhood,❞ huffing, he moves away from Dixon, closer to the corner of the yard and now basking beneath the shade of a picket fence. ❝Pick on someone YOUR OWN DAMN SIZE.❞
❝Where’s what? The exit? Just hop onto I-294 and you’ll be out of this shithole city.❞ Ernest would roll his eyes, obviously not too interested in helping out this stranger. ❝I don’t have all day.❞
sharing a blunt with a child may not have been his wisest choice . now that he thought about it , how did he even allow ernest to wrap his lips around something that’s been near his lips ? disgusting . ❛ try living with my dad for a day , you’d wish you had hugo for a dad . suck my fucking D I C K . ❜ he sneered , plucking the blunt back from ernest ; he wouldn’t think twice to have his turn . he wasn’t gonna let ernest have something this good to himself . his eyes fall closed with a long drag , relishing the burn in his throat .
lowering the blunt , he held the smoke in for a few seconds more than opened his mouth .
nothing special , he simply watched the smoke pile from between his lips and into the air .
that was until the little shit next to him decided to make another comment .
❛ you wish , ❜ he turned his attention to the muppet-looking ass . he was NOT fighting him tonight .
❝KGHHH. At least YOUR dad lets you GET AWAY with shit. Nothing gets past Hugo. Eat ass, Lucien,❞ over-dramatically, he would roll his eyes in utter ANNOYANCE. ❝No, by the way, that’s fucking GROSS, dude. I wouldn’t come near you if my life depended on it,❞ his expression would curl into something of disgust, releasing the last of the smoke that remained in his lungs. GOD, he would have much rather had his OWN blunt than to force himself to share one with LUCIEN of all people, though it was better to be HIGH, no matter who had dealt it.
HIS LIPS CURL INTO A SNARL AS HE TAKES A STEP BACK FROM LUCIEN, yet again raising the blunt to his lips for a THIRD time. ( Common courtesy of any kind (even when it came to something simple as ‘puff puff pass’) had never been Ernest’s strong suit, nor was he EVER planning on working on it. ) ❝I said FUCK OFF, I’ll pass it off to you when I’m ready. You’re not the one who has to deal with Hugo every minute of your life. I am. Eat shit,❞ it makes contact with his lips again, and Ernest takes another AGONIZINGLY LONG drag, furrowing his brow as he stares up at Lucien. Holding his breath, he passes off the remainder of the blunt.
❝Fuck you, dude,❞ he says, smoke slipping through his lips with every syllable.
