[M] burning on the highway.

Silas Agata · 05-12-2010, 04:42 PM

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Hihihi. Sorry I was late. Also, there are turkeys gobbling outside my window as I wrote this reply, only making everything extremely more hilarious. +5

The invitation he would take openly of course, though Silas couldn’t help but frown at his father’s teasing words. He was an adult after all, having seen his first birthday pass over six months prior. The look he gave his father was disapproving, but of course he too was only playing. He had situated himself on one of the couches, and watched silently as others seemed to filter in from the streets to gather at their mess of old furniture and pot.

Anselm wordlessly handed Silas a bowlpiece and a lighter and the Russian accepted it in silence. He held both in his palms for a moment, letting his cool gaze travel over the expanding crowd as Rurik seemed to direct everyone to a seat. After a moment, the boy dropped his head and brought the glassware to his mouth. With a flick of his thumb, the flame sought the dried leaves and curled into the bowl. The soft crackling of the burning leaves was accompanied by the sweet taste of smoke as Silas released the carb and inhaled to achieve the lovely haze. After one hit, he held the bowl out, passing it along to Razekiel, who had just arrived.

His attention then was directed at his father again, who spoke about their reason for gathering here. A slight smirk caught the boy’s features, feeling a sense of pride in his father for knowing this information and for putting something like this together. A slight head nod in his father’s direction let him know he was proud to be here with him and all these other souls, participating in a leisurely smoking session.

It wasn’t too long after that though that more faces begun to show up. Silas offered Anselm a nudge in the side, before rising from his seat on the couch. "Let us grab another for zhem," and he and Anselm walked off towards the furniture store. Instead of taking one of the loveseats designed for only two to sit, Silas pointed towards another couch big enough to fit three more bodies. "How about zhis," he said, moving over towards one end of it. With Anselm at the other, the two men both managed to hoist the couch into the air and carefully march it out into the seat.

"Vatch yourselves," Silas warned as the two men circled around the group and set the couch down on the last remaining side of the configuration. Once he and Anselm pushed the couch forwards some, the collected group had formed a nice little square, complete with a small table in the center. Satisfied with their seating, Silas and Anselm both retook their seats and motioned for the others to be seated on the fourth couch. "Seet, seet," Silas instructed with his accent flowing heavily over his words. He accepted a blunt that had made it’s way to him, took a long, deep drag, and then passed it along to the next person. Exhaling, Silas could already feel the marijuana taking its effect, and was particularly pleased with his decision to scour Halifax today.

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