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[almostlikestud]

The front steps are littered with cigarette butts, but he's long moved out to the grass. Ever since he was little, he's been able to sleep wherever, whenever he wants. Not now, though. He's slept enough. Better instead to watch the stars through a swirl of smoke, like burnt offerings from his lungs to ancient gods -- gods so old they've died, but

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[thewolf_inside]

Tired of waiting, Jason walks across the lawn. Barefoot and shirtless, the cool night barely fazing him. He sits near Scud, crosslegged, his elbows resting on his knees.

"So."

[almostlikestud]

Stretched out with the grass pressing patterns into the skin on his back, Scud lets his head roll to the side to look at Jason.

[thewolf_inside]

Shaking his head, Jason laughs. "Well, it moves. Does it speak?"

[almostlikestud]

He flings one arm over his eyes and makes a pouty sort of "nngh" noise, but he's smiling.