11-13-2009, 07:52 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_angel.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:10px; padding-left:12px; padding-right:12px; padding-bottom:286px;"> Rurik felt pretty bad for the boy, but there was nothing he could do beyond what he had already done. He couldn't make the boat stop rocking, and he wasn't going to head to shore again just to dump his passenger off. Coughing a bit, the boy seemed absolutely glued to the rail for the moment, which Rurik found amusing. He inhaled the joint, and immediately let loose with the coughing, again causing Rurik to wince. He probably should've told the golden-furred wolf not to toke it so hard, but it was a bit late now. The younger canine walked in a slow, staggering manner toward Rurik, who did his absolute best not to chuckle. He couldn't keep the amused smile from his face, though, and it broadened as the lavender-eyed man settled down next to him and passed the smoking joint back. He was quiet, and he seemed a bit odd to Rurik, though the Russian didn't think too much of it. He was probably just freaked the hell out and embarassed over barfing, though Rurik figured it happened to everyone now and again. Slowly, the tawny man raised his hand and peered at it curiously, speaking in a slower manner which indicated to the ashen-furred hybrid that the joint had already begun its work. Smiling, the Russian took a pull of the joint, holding the smoke before exhaling it outwards in a perfect "o," quickly whisked away by the breeze. "Awh, don't worry 'bout yer hands. Yer head might go somewheres, though," he said with a laugh, tapping the joint again before holding it out again. "Maybe two more, but that's it," the wolf warned. No reason to let the boy get loopy. |