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Barrett · 06-03-2011, 12:52 AM

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Works for me ^^ For reference on phosphenes: Wikipedia

Barrett closed his eyes as he laid along the shore; one hand absently stroked the cool grasses that cushioned his body while he listened to the gurgle and sputter of the stream. He traced the faintly coloured, swirling patterns that danced behind his eyelids, always amazed at just how responsive the phosphenes' movements were to external stimuli and internal thoughts alike. While not nearly so pronounced as they were under the influence of stronger drugs, they were just prominent enough that he could have a good time playing around with them so long as he kept his eyes shut.

All of a sudden a new scent tickled his nose, registering as a dissonant swirl of yellow against the rhythmic reds, greens, and blues that spawned from the flowing water and regular movements of his hand. His eyes fluttered open at the disturbance, but he was still smiling as the phosphenes dissolved in the brightness of the midday sun, manifesting now as strange fluctuations in depth perception rather than unique entities.

Not a minute later a bemused looking Ghita popped into his field of view, and he peered at her blankly as he considered her jesting query. Maybe if it had been several hours later he could have played it cool--his mannerisms really weren't any different whether he was high or sober--but something in the lilt of her voice told him the jig was already up. The sweet stench was simply too strong to be undetectable so soon after smoking, especially to a canine's sensitive nose.

"Hmm..." he considered, "well it's certainly done nothing wrong!" Barrett rolled over and pushed himself off the ground, dusted some loose grass from his pants, and held out his hand. "Barrett," he offered as a means of introduction, his ears sweeping back as a sign of deferment to his elder and superior. Now more than ever he was determined to act like a fine upstanding citizen--something about her tone had suggested she couldn't care less about his habit, but something about her accent also suggested that she was related to he knew who. Although the boy was rather fond of Savina, he still wasn't sure how accepting she'd be of his drug use and he preferred to keep it on the down low around the pack.

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