bloodprayer: ᴅᴀʀᴋᴡᴀᴠᴇ || ᴅɴs (78.)
ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ʟᴀɴɢᴅᴏɴ 🐍 ᴀʜs: ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ ([personal profile] bloodprayer) wrote 2019-06-05 12:08 am (UTC)

I mean... you're dealing drugs.

[ He shouldn't have said anything. It was a kneejerk reaction, more than anything else - the Tate in his head is all black rubber suits, harsh, cutting words and love for Violet. He didn't see his dad as someone who... read. Michael scratches his nose and shrugs his shoulder. You're dealing drugs, drug dealers don't read - he figures that's an appropriately middle class explanation, even if it's one he doesn't mean.

Doesn't matter. He rolls his bill the wrong way, at first, going horizontal instead of vertical, and he quickly adjusts when Tate instructs him to do better. He presses his tongue to his bottom lip in concentration, then moves forward on his knees when he's done. ]


Okay. [ Okay. ] And I just - breathe it in? Am I supposed to do it fast or slow?

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