//We're all coordinated. We are taking over Twitter.

//YOOOOO NO WAY

"Noice."

"Ou'ova cursed abomination like T H A T? Abso-bloody-lutely."

He takes a deep rip off the bong, holding it poker-faced for about fifteen seconds before handing it back. "Thanks, mate. This is where the fun begins..."

"New 'round 'ere, friend. Name's Noah." He offers out a hand, attempting a small smile

Blink blinks "Yer a funny lil' fella. I like you."

"Got 'bout eight seconds'a fightin' left in me life, 'n a'm savin' that fer if I get mugged. Er, y'know, someone cuts 'n fronna me at the coffee shop."

"Hitman's honor, mate." He stares off blankly into space for a full eighteen seconds "Mind 'notha pass, eh?"

"Eh, forget 'bout it." r i i i i i i i i i i i I I I I I I P P "Once forgot I 'ad eyes after some right high-grade juice if y'know wot I mean. Spent 'n hour er two bumpin' imma God knows what." He holds the bong back out, careful to keep a tight grip in case Scout drops it

C O U G H "Ah, there's the good st-"cOUGH "-uff."

Blink blink blink "Wot?"

Hard squinting ".....o rite, I just met yeh." He straightens his back "Y'mean like t h i s?" Ahem- "WEEL HOOOOWDY Y'ALL, WE'S NEEDIN' A DISPENSERMATIC RAAAIHT HERE, GIDDYUP NOW!"

"Aaaaah, let'm. I ain't meanin' no harm." COUGH "...not much. Should 'ear my American accent when I ain't down deep in...in...." Fuck, he's lost his train of thought.

//FUCK

//I FORGOT LMAO SORRY

// 4:3 くコ:彡

//Ratioed by text squid, you already lost (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞