@thebatpup cont. from X.

    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.