07-04-2013, 06:59 AM
Dick is not nor will he ever be Awakened. That isn't his purpose in life and he doesn't tend to hang around people cut from Sera's cloth. Without possessing knowledge of what sort of cloth produced Sera he goes around believing himself to be. But their mutual appreciation for inappropriate fashion choices and the life-enhancing effects of pharmaceuticals doesn't translate to anything other than a fruitful business arrangement.
So he invites them into his house and Justin passes muster whether or not he responds. Maybe he trusts Sera. It's a dangerous thing for him to do but then so is selling controlled substances when he doesn't possess a pharmacist's license.
"Hey, man," he says as he saunters deeper into his abode, where locked cabinets hide scales and translucent orange bottles and bags upon bags of things meant to alter a person's consciousness, "frisk away. This is a free country."
And then he'll never guess who she saw last night. Fucking Kelsey.
"Kelsey?" Astonished for thinking that girl had surely shot herself up for the last time by now. She's still alive? astonishment mingling in with admiration. Good for her, man. Keep on keepin' on. And then the matter of Byron comes up, and Dick sighs and flops back down on the couch where his wireless controller sits alight and ignored. "Man, fuck Byron. That googly-eyed cocksucker still owes me a G. You see him, tell him I'm not moving any more of his smurf shit until he spots me."
And nothing comes of her glimpsing into the Tapestry. This place is about as magical as a state police evidence room.
So he invites them into his house and Justin passes muster whether or not he responds. Maybe he trusts Sera. It's a dangerous thing for him to do but then so is selling controlled substances when he doesn't possess a pharmacist's license.
"Hey, man," he says as he saunters deeper into his abode, where locked cabinets hide scales and translucent orange bottles and bags upon bags of things meant to alter a person's consciousness, "frisk away. This is a free country."
And then he'll never guess who she saw last night. Fucking Kelsey.
"Kelsey?" Astonished for thinking that girl had surely shot herself up for the last time by now. She's still alive? astonishment mingling in with admiration. Good for her, man. Keep on keepin' on. And then the matter of Byron comes up, and Dick sighs and flops back down on the couch where his wireless controller sits alight and ignored. "Man, fuck Byron. That googly-eyed cocksucker still owes me a G. You see him, tell him I'm not moving any more of his smurf shit until he spots me."
And nothing comes of her glimpsing into the Tapestry. This place is about as magical as a state police evidence room.