I need like TEN seconds of your time.. (Chassy)

[Corbin Jacobs]

When Chassy climbed back up onto the bench, Corbin had stared at her for a moment before falling back and letting his head thunk against the wood at the top of the seatback.. He had a bit of a grin of his own going on. To say that he hadn't expected today to end up anything like this was an understatement.. But he was also a man of his word, and after the overwhelming sensations he'd been experienced finally went away he managed to properly catch his breath, leaning back and putting his legs up on the bench again.

"Gotta be honest about a few things real quick.. First, holy fuck. Second, I actually feel really bad that you were just under a table like that. Third, that was the first time I've been involved in anything like that in public and I think you may have just given me a fetish.. And last, I really, really didn't plan to go through with that but I just, like.. can't seem to make myself regret it."

Cause.. seriously.. wow.

"Okay. You win. This is a date. A casual date.. and one of the better ones I can remember. I would kiss you if you weren't across a table from me." Corbin reached across the table and snagged the milkshake he'd slid over to her earlier, thirstily drinking some of it before sliding it back and relaxing. So very relaxing.. "That ability of yours is wicked.. What kinda side-effects do you get? I can't imagine anything that enj-- er, powerful doesn't take a toll on you."

His head was firmly back against the wall, but Corbin's eyes were on Chassy. He was listening, even if he was like.. really, really relaxed. Maybe there wasn't a ton of technique to be learned in what Chassy had just done, but she sure as hell didn't need any more experience with it than she already had.. wether that was more than she'd let on, or none at all. Wow. Just.. wow.

[Chassy Trouble]

Well, he seemed pleased, she noted to herself with an internal snicker even as his head met the wooden part of the seat with a light thunk. She might have snickered out loud if she hadn't been feeling that tiredness wrapping around her at the moment. It would pass, it just took a while sometimes. She did however, keep grinning even when Corbin began to speak, that "holy fuck" but causing her to snerk softly. When he made that statement about feeling bad about her having been under the table, she rose a brow at him before giving an amused sigh as he went on to telling her that she might have just given him a fetish. It was funny. Once he was finished with the ender of telling her that he hadn't planned for this but didn't regret it, she took her turn to speak, though with the cheekiest look ever while she did so.

"Oh I'm sure you feel just horrible." Chassy teased.

Victory. He had caved completely and went to telling her that she'd won. Oh she knew she had. As he went to calling it a date, then clarifying that it was a casual one, she smirked at him. She didn't verbally say the "told you so" though, due to not only the fact he was still speaking, but the fact she was trying to rest up some so she wouldn't be saying too much for the next few minutes. She did, however, give an amused huff when he told her he would have kissed her if the table hadn't been in the way. She did manage a snerk though when he had to correct himself when talking about her ability's enjoyable power.

"Damn straight I win. And, it depends on which sense I'm effecting as far as the first side effect. Second, I almost feel like a nap after. But, I'm guessing I'm not the only one." She said, doing a little bit of skirting and a little bit of telling.

Of course, there was the teasing. She wouldn't be her without having managed to do that.

"This is a pretty fun date." She commented.

[Corbin Jacobs]

"Agreed.. though I think I've officially had the better time now." But.. Chassy had just said she 'almost felt like a nap after'.. Which was code for 'Holy crap I'm tired'.. So Corbin nodded and scooted out of the bench, tossing some money on the table and grabbing Chassy's legs to pull her out of the bench-seat, hoisting her up and putting her over his shoulder, grinning and almost chuckling to himself all the while. Hey, he'd admitted it was a date, he was allowed to act stupid now.

If there weren't any honest, genuine protests or freakouts, he would take her back to the truck and set her down in the passenger seat, reaching to lean it back for her. "Have a nap. I don't want you tired. I at least owe you a safe place to sleep off some ability side-effects since you got them on my account. You snooze, I'll head home and unload this trailer, then I can take you home in my Chevelle so I get a chance to prove that Dean's Malibu has nothing on it. Win-win, right?"

He'd shut her door and head around to the driver's side, hopping in and starting the truck up.. The low thrum of a diesel engine could be pretty sleep-inducing all on it's own. If Chassy did decide to take a nap, she'd likely wake some time later in the same seat she'd fallen asleep in, seeing Corbin out the window parking a forklift in a decent sized warehouse.

Or.. if her 'nap' turned into more of a 'sleep'.. She would wake up on a plush blue couch as Corbin was scanning channels on what appeared to be a nearly 80-inch flatscreen and stopped at some scifi movie.. a glass of water sitting on the wooden and glass cofee table in front of her and Corbin sitting in a recliner that matched the couch to her right.

Or anywhere in between, really.. If she decided to nap at all.

[Chassy Trouble]

If she had had it in her to laugh right then, she likely would have when he had commented on him having had the better time. She had half expected that statement actually. But, what she hadn't expected at all was for him to toss the money onto the table then go on to picking her up like it was nothing. Well, she half expected the money toss and them possibly getting out of there, but the hoist? Nope. She flailed a little, not that it did anything.

"H-hey! What are you doing?" She blurted out, totally unused to this situation.

His answer was action it seemed as he was carrying her out of the restaurant and planting her in the passenger seat of the truck. She blinked a couple of times as he leaned the seat back, her cheeks reddening some though she would insist it never happened if he ever brought it up. As he told her to have a nap, she gave a soft "psh" in argument. Even if she had gotten handsy with him, it didn't mean she was used to sleeping in public.

"Impala. Dean's Impala." She told him when he popped into the driver's side and started up the truck.

"Oh how you abuse his baby so." She added in a fake dramatic tone.

She bit back a yawn, telling herself she wasn't going to sleep. But that damn low humming.

"And the side effects aren't that bad." She added.

Damn it to fuck, she didn't even realise when she had nodded off. Seriously, she hadn't planned it and she couldn't remember when she started it. She did know though, that she was waking up to peeping sounds and opened her eyes to see Corbin parking a forklift in a warehouse. Well, shit. She guessed she was lucky he wasn't some pervert or something. Everything felt like it was in order.

Opening the door, Chassy hopped out, giving a slight inward hiss as she forgot about the whole feet thing, and the knee.

[Corbin Jacobs]

"Malibu, Impala, whatever. It ain't my Chevelle." Sure enough, though, Chassy was out like a light.. He really wondered what that insanely cute blush had been about, but.. Eh, maybe he'd imagined it.

There was music playing in the shop at a reasonable volume when Chassy got out of the truck as Corbin hopped off of the forklift, heading toward the truck (to check on her, actually) when he literally jumped as he noticed her awake, putting a hand over his chest and dropping his head and shoulders, raising a finger and heading in the other direction. The music stopped and Corbin came half-jogging back. "You haven't been standing there long, have you? I was trying to check on you every couple minutes. Here, come in so I can close the big door." The 'big door' he was referring to was the 20-foot tall, 30-foot wide door Chassy was looking at him through. The shop was climate controlled, and that door being open longer than necessary was wasting electricity.

When she came in, he'd hit a keyfob on his keys and the door started noisily closing. It took a while... the thing was huge. "Hey, come inside for a minute, yeah?" Inside? Hadn't she already come inside? Into his house.. which was attached to the shop at the far end. Basically repurposed office space that had become a relatively nice 2-bedroom 1.5-bath home for him. His office was the second bedroom, of course, and there was plenty of room for a decent sized living room and kitchen.. The carpet was all beige/tan colored and the furniture all dark wood or blue. He lead her straight to the living room if she followed before gesturing to the couch and heading into the kitchen.. which was only separated by a bar. "You want a drink? Kinda rushed out of the burger place.. Got soda, tea.. lemonade.. water."

[Chassy Trouble]

When Chassy saw that she apparently had effectively startled the shit out of him, she grinned with a good deal of mischief in her eyes as well as a dash of satisfaction even if she hadn't intended to get that reaction out of him. Served him right for getting her to fall asleep like that. He raised a finger and went to where the radio was before turning it off and almost jogging back again before she could contemplate doing a bit of exploring.

"Nah, not too long." She replied.

He'd been checking on her? Why? Did he worry about her waking up and stealing something? Well, if he did then he had the right idea seeing how she did tend to relocate items of interest to her sometimes. But still. Curiosity had her stepping in when he asked her to, though she had been half tempted to give him a hard time. She put her hands in her back pockets as she walked in, her eyes taking in the area even as Corbin went getting the door closed. When he asked her to come inside, she raised a brow.

"Inside?" She repeated even as he led her towards the back of the building.

She got her answer soon enough and smirked. Well, now they were more even as she knew where he lived. He might not have known which dorm she was in, but he had a general idea where she was living out of. When he led her into the living area and went to offering her a drink, she almost asked him if he was always this hospitable. But, he likely was so she didn't.

"You know, I woulda been fine without the rushing. We could have finished the shake." She told him in a teasing tone.

"Let's go with soda. And, this is a pretty nice spot." She commented before beginning to walk and look around even if he had gestured to the couch.

Well, she couldn't be totally cooperative.

[Corbin Jacobs]

"Eeeh. The shake was more than half gone. We can swing by when I take you home if you want." Teasing tone, meet genuine nonchalance and honesty. "Hope Pepsi is okay. It's what I usually drink Jack with when I drink.. And yeah. I put a bit of time and money into making it nice here. I figure I spend enough time here, ya know.. Might as well make it a place I want to be. Got a great deal on the space, too.. Foreclosure. Used to be a big garage or something, I think. Plenty of space for me and decent wiring for my machines."

Corbin walked back with a cold can of Pepsi and set it on a coaster on the coffee table next to where he'd gestured at the couch, and took a seat himself in a recliner nearby, reaching underneath it and withdrawing, of all things, a game of Candyland... Only when he leaned back and opened the box, it was no child's game. There was a skunky-smelling green substance inside along with a glass pipe and a little stainless metal cylinder.

"Hope you don't mind. Cause if you do you can get over it. My house, my rules, and I'm registered." Corbin assumed Chassy knew what this was.. and if she didn't, well, he wasn't making a huge deal about it.. just.. green stuff into cylinder, cylinder twisted a bunch of times, put into glass pipe, lighter, smoke. Repeat last two steps till no more green stuff left to light..

And Corbin seemed considerably more relaxed.. having let Chassy roam around the living room. He had some posters, some pictures, a few framed really old magazines, a cabinet with little trinkets and bells and lots of little metal.. things of all shapes and sizes.. "Aye. Have a seat." He pointed at the couch.. and if Chassy did, he'd pop down to the floor and casually remove her right shoe and sock, inspecting the bottom of her foot.. like he said he'd do earlier. Or.. implied? One or the other. Point was that he'd wanted to make sure her feet weren't destroyed and bound for infection as much as he'd wanted to bandage up her knee.. and there was no time like the present.

[Chassy Trouble]

"You still owe me a shake, you know. I didn't even get any of it." She stated, even if she already had it in her head that they would most likely not really be interacting much after today.

Usually when someone wasn't a clinger after a little frisky business, they ended up going the other end and just acting like nothing happened. Which, was fine by her, seeing how she felt awkward when it came to people wanting to get too close and stuff. Sure, she'd made a couple of friends and stuff, but they weren't as close to her as they might have thought. It was just a thing with her that she never really explored or felt the need to.

Corbin came into the room again, setting the Pepsi down on a coaster near the spot he had wanted her to sit at but Chassy continued to look around a bit, almost like how a cat acted when it was called to do something and didn't feel like giving in too easily.

She rose a brow at him when he pulled what she thought was a pretty kiddie game out from under his seat. What, was he going to reveal to her that he liked children's games and ask her to play with him? Nope. The answer was plain and simple when he popped the lid to show it was a stash of weed with bong included. And just like that, he was lighting it up after telling her his thoughts on if she minded or not.

She eyed a couple of the little bells with how shiney they were. Yeah, she could be a bit of a magpie sometimes. She wouldn't act on it. At least, not yet. The watch in her pocket was still keeping her satiated enough for the time being.

"So, you freak out about possibly being trapped by jailbait, but you're just stashing away pot like it's no biggie." She more of teased than asked.

She gave an amused huff outward when he went to asking her to sit down again. This time, she decided to cooperate. Though when he moved down to the floor and went to taking off her shoe and sock, she curled her toes and laughed before drawing it back shortly after he had begun looking at the bottom of it.

"Okay, you looked. I'm gonna put my shoe back on now that you see for yourself it's not a big deal." She told him in amused tones before bending down and reaching for her shoe.

Sure there was a bit of road rash action from how hard she had been running, and a couple of hints of the nicks she had gotten from either sharp rocks or some dull glass. But, she didn't think it was anything to worry about.

[Corbin Jacobs]

Oh.. She wasn't going to be stealing any of Corbin's trinkets. The cabinet was locked and the key wasn't in this room. Only way she was getting any of the stuff in there was if she broke the glass..

"It's legal here.. You know that, right? I have a medical issue it helps with and it helps with my side-effects. Like I said, I'm registered. A registered and licensed user. Prescription." But it wasn't a bong he'd been smoking from.. just a glass pipe. Far simpler, far smaller, just as pretty.

When he got a look at Chassy's foot and she pulled it away he stared at her and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, it's not a huge deal. You don't need to go to a hospital, but that doesn't mean it's not enough of a something that you shouldn't do something about it. Take off your other shoe. I got something that'll have it feeling better and healed twice as fast."

He'd hop to his feet and head quickly to the bathroom, coming back with a white.. something.. and taking it to the sink in the kitchen, where it started filling it with water. As it was filling, he grabbed a white paper bag, dumped some of it's contents in, and set it on the bar to remind him to put it away later. It was labeled as epsom salt.. After a minute or two of running water, Corbin carried the white thing back over and set it down on the floor right in front of Chassy. It was apparently a foot spa.. thing? (clicky for picture)

"Play the tough girl tomboy all you want.. Even I use that thing every once in a while. Just put your feet in and let them soak for like twenty minutes. Guarantee they'll feel better after. You did actually tear shit up a bit running like you did, and even if you don't need to do anything, it's stupid not to since I already went through the trouble, yeah? Enjoy your soda and we'll find something worth watching for a few minutes."

Corbin would plug the unit in under the coffee table and, if Chassy hadn't taken off her other shoe, would do it for her and put her feet in the hot water as the little spa-thing vibrated and circulated the water, letting the epsom salt clean and soothe her torn-up feet.. After which he would grab the remote from the coffee table and flip on the TV.. at which point Chassy would realize that he also had a killer sound system installed. Because even at low volume it sounded likely better than any TV she'd ever listened to.. Possibly better than the movie theater.

"Twenty minutes and not a second less, then I'll stop tryin to take care of you since you seem so damned against somebody bein nice and lookin out for you."

[Chassy Trouble]

No, she didn't know it was legal here. She knew other random legal stuff, but she hadn't known that. She was also now pretty curious about what that medical issue was that he got prescription weed for. She didn't ask just yet though as she was busy having her foot escape the attention.

As he told her that it wasn't a huge enough deal to go to the hospital for but that she shouldn't just not do anything about it, she just gave him a cheeky look. Then, when he told her to take off her other shoe, she smirked.

"Hey, I might have friskied you up earlier at the burger place, but I didn't say anything about stripping." She joked.

She watched him as he got up and went to what she assumed was the bathroom from the different things she glimpsed through the doorway. Then, she continued to watch though with more interest as he went to preparing something. While she did so, she took the choice of taking her other shoe and sock off, deciding to play along for now.

"You're gonna make me sit still for twenty minutes?" She playfully complained when he explained what the thing was.

She'd seen one before on TV but hadn't thought on if she wanted to try something like that out before or not. But, it looked like she was going to do some experimenting now. Almost cautiously, she placed her feet in, nearly pulling them back out at how much the device tickled. She squirmed slightly before grabbing up the pepsi and drinking it as she tried to pay more attention to what was on TV and not get jealous of the sound system.

"Just because I did what you said this time, don't think I'll let you boss me around." She teased.

"So, what's it for?" She asked, pointing with her eyes to the "medicine" he had been taking earlier.

There was a slight quiver to her voice as she tried not to giggle from the tickling.

[Corbin Jacobs]

"You can strip if you want. I don't care. Wouldn't mind seeing what's under the hood." Corbin paused.. then chuckled lightly to himself. "Brain to mouth filter goes away after a bowl, by the way." It was the truth. No way he'd have said that otherwise. And of course he was gonna make her sit for twenty minutes. It wasn't that big a deal. Even someone as energetic as her, after a nap, could chill for twenty minutes for the greater good..

And Corbin chuckled again when Chassy had to make sure she got her independent tomboy 'just cause I happen to be doing this doesnt mean Im obeying you' remark in. "Oh.. Believe me, you're lucky I'm not bossing you around. Cause you're in my house. You don't know where you are cause you slept on the way over here, you don't know this neighborhood.. If I wasn't a decent guy, you could be in serious trouble. Fortunately, I am. And weed ain't really something that triggers aggression.."

What was it for?

"Uh.. well.. you know how I mentioned that record I have? Well my prior started out as aggravated assault.. and got brought down to assault 2.. Cause I wasn't really myself when it happened. I get these.. episodes. It's called a 'dissociative fugue'. Basically when my brain gets in the right mood it forgets who I am and.. I just.. or, rather, my body and the person my brain thinks I am.. like, goes to where it thinks it's supposed to be. And.. while that was happening I got into a place I wasn't supposed to be and the guard there tried to make me leave and I kinda didn't want to.. so I woke up a few days later in jail.. cops telling me that I beat the crap out of some guy while I was trespassing.. I still don't remember it, but there was surveilance of it so.. I mean, obviously it was me.. --Wait." He noticed Chassy quivering and shaking a bit...

"Oh, does that ultrasonic shit tickle? My bad dude." He kneeled down again and flipped a switch on the little machine to turn the vibration off, leaving only the swishing water left happening with the foot spa thing. "Shoulda said something.." He leaned back away and instead of getting into the chair, just plopped form his knees to his ass and leaned back against the chair he'd been sitting in, staring at nothing.

"But I'm not telling you all that to scare you or for badass cred. I'm a pretty nonviolent guy until someone starts shit with somebody that can't defend themselves, ya know? I'm telling you cause here you are.. in my house.. no idea where you are. I figure you deserve the truth in about anything you wanna know, right? Gotta make an educated decision about whether or not you ever wanna come back here or see me again and that shit.. and can't make educated decisions unless you're educated. So.. Fuckit, let's trade off some questions. You asked one and I overshared, so now I'll ask one.. then you go again."

His eyes focused on Chassy as he put a leg up and rested his arm on it. "Your three partners.. You get tested after? For the record, I got tested a month after my last and I was clean on all accounts. Got the paperwork to prove it if you want it. Can't be too careful about that shit so no offense taken if you wanna see the carfax."

[Chassy Trouble]

She laughed some when he told her that he wouldn't mind seeing what was under the hood. Gone was the embarrassed and skittish guy, it seemed.

"Oh God, I've corrupted an adult. What have I done?" Chassy almost groaned out, giving a facepalm before snickering.

Yeah right, filter removal, suuure. She almost felt a little bad. Though, that didn't stop her from snerking when he went to talking about how she was lucky he was a decent guy or whatever and that weed didn't trigger aggression. She wasn't worried. If he was going to do something, then he would have done it in the truck.

"So what now? Have you kidnapped me, Corbin?" She teased.

She rubbed at the back of her neck when he went to answering her about the weed. He was really open wasn't he? He could have just told her no. Maybe he was going to blame this on the lack of filter too? Either way, she listened as he spoke about having something called dissociative fugue. Chassy hadn't ever heard of that before. But then again, she hadn't heard of a lot of shit. He was explaining it to her soon enough though. Though, she was kind of distracted by all of the tickling. She was pretty damn ticklish, not that she told anyone.

He noticed though, and she tried not to make a big deal of it by either admitting or denying the tickling. He was kneeling down next then flipping a switch to turn the vibration off. When he told her she should have said something, she smirked at him.

"Maybe it wasn't tickling." She said in a naughty flirty tone just to see if she could catch sign of his bashful self again.

Though, there was a chance he might have changed after she'd corrupted him in the burger shack.

"And, I don't scare that easily." She commented at his statement about him not trying to scare her or trying to get badass credits.

When he said that part about if she'd want to ever come back here to see him again or not, she lifted a brow. Wait... he was inviting her back? He had to have just been doing it to be that nice guy or something. She gave a slightly challenging look though when he talked about them trading questions. They'd see if she talked or not.

Okay, a question about if she was clean or if she was carrying around presents from people she'd had fun with. She could do that, she supposed.

"Planned parenthood clinics aren't only for condoms and baby-checks. I'm clean. And I'll take your word for it, this time." Chassy said.

"You have any kids? Me, never."

[Corbin Jacobs]

"Pfft. You ain't corrupted shit. Enabled, maybe.." No, seriously. Filter = off.

"And no I didn't freaking kidnap you. If I was kidnapping you there would be shackles on your feet, not a little spa thing." XD Said with such a matter-of-fact tone of voice that the entire idea of kidnapping someone - let alone Chassy - was apparently too absurd to even consider as a possibility.

"Well if it wasn't tickling, turn it back on. It's that switch you just saw me turn off. The ultra-whatever helps get the saltwater into your pores and, like, clear out the dead skin and stuff. Also helps if your feet or ankles are sore.." No-nonsense no-filter Corbin was straightforward. If Chassy didn't know that weed has this effect on some people, she obviously hadn't been around stoners much.

She claimed not to be scared easily.. which was both good and bad.. because, really, if Corbin wasn't a decent guy she would be so screwed right now. She also claimed to be clean... which he believed. As for kids, though..

"Nah. No kids. Never found the right girl.. Always been conscious enough to use protection or pull out. Maybe someday with the right girl, though. I figure it's kinda a guy's mission in life to do as good as or better than his dad did.. and as much as I respect my dad I think I could do better if I ever got the chance." He gave a shrug and let out a sigh, pondering a question..

"Aight.. Philosophical question. Cause I wanna know how you tick. Isn't it, like.. degrading to give some dude a tuggie under the table at a restaurant? Like.. I dunno if it was clean down there, but.. That shit seemed wrong to me. Like, fuck.. If you're doin something for my pleasure, you at least aught to be seen and appreciated, right? Not hidden away like some object that'll just do what it's told or some shit, no considerations for your comfort or.. like, mutual satisfaction. Seriously, I plan to make that shit up to you somehow.. Actually that's half the reason I wanted to bring you back here. You said you wanted a share of my experience.. You called my bluff and I forgot I was bluffing so, like.. Whatever you want. --After your feet finish soaking and after I get a shower, though. Yeah.. Isn't it degrading to do shit like that? Or is it just fun cause you're getting away with shit that's all taboo, or.. I mean, explain that. If you can."

[Chassy Trouble]

"Not if you're trying to stalkholme me or whatever it's called." Chassy pointed out when he told her that if he had been kidnapping her, there'd been shackles instead of a foot spa.

She thought that was the name for it anyways. If not then it was something really fucking close to what she'd said. What, she watched movies. Lifetime movies. There was some really strange shit on that channel when you sat there and watched it long enough. She had found that out hanging out with Grams one day.

When he commented on her being able to turn the foot spa back on, she almost stuck her tongue out at him. Almost. But she resisted the urge to flick that switch. Instead, she went to listening him talk about a lack of kids or the right girl, then about how it was a guy's mission to do better than his dad and how he planned on doing better than his. Well, if that whole better than dad thing was real with guys then her grandfather must have been the invisible fucking man, she thought with an inner smirk.

"Well, it wasn't the cleanest down there, but it was fun to hear and somewhat see your reactions. It's also the taboo thing. The risk of getting caught, knowing that one holler from you and attention might come shooting our way. I also like watching it unfold. You never know when it's actually going to happen." She replied, totally skipping telling him what she might want.

"So, are you just being nice when you talk about me coming around again?"

[Corbin Jacobs]

Corbin stared contemplatively at Chassy as she explained that the rush was worth the degredation.. or something similar to that.. and then grinned when she asked if he was just being nice when he spoke of her being around more often.

"Oh, nah man. I'm definitely trying to make a girl who wants nothing to do with a serious relationship fall in Stockholm Syndrome love with me by making her a pampered prisoner in the home of me, a guy who knows what a fling and a nonromantic relationship is."

He just stared with a grin for several seconds before rolling his eyes. "Seriously though. I think the first date check-out thing went relatively well. Especially for me. Do people really abandon you often enough that you need to be subconscious about that shit? Cause that sucks, dude. No. I'm serious. You have my business card. You know where I live. You know what my truck looks like and you don't seem like a psychobitch. You like fun, I could use a little more fun in my life. I'm sure you'd like a place to chill that isn't the courtyard at Hammel.. Could use somebody a bit older to vent at or.. Iunno, I'm sure I'm some use to you. And since the first step's already been taken I was serious about the other shit, too. You want somebody who at least thinks he knows what he's doing under the sheets? Fuckit, I'm down. And you can play the alpha bitch tomboy shit all you want, but I know you like being taken care of at least a little."

He reached for the candyland box and repacked his bowl, taking a long, slow hit off of it and setting it back down again. "And it'll be our little secret or whatever, and I'll play along and shit, too, if that's what you want. And you can get your experience and it'll be a nice innocent no-contract non-exclusive thing till one of us either finds something worth ending it for or.. fuck, Iunno, till you find somebody more convenient. I don't just drop people like that, dude. This'll be whatever you want it to be.. Just take a minute to think about it 'fore you decide what that is. I got time." Another long, slow hit and that floral, skunky aroma afterward..

"I mean, yeah I'm bein nice and shit.. But I ain't just bein nice. I'm serious, too. Whether or not you want anything else physical out of whatever this is."