𝑺𝑨𝑴𝑼𝑬𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑪𝑶𝑵 𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨 𝐌𝐒/𝐌𝐕 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒/𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 ♡︎/⟳

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 "𝐉𝐚𝐲" 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐲 —𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐒/𝐌𝐕 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒/𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 ♡︎/⟳ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ

Duncan is just so tempted to crawl ontop of him and freak him out, but he controls himself. “I’m gonna need you to sit up, Blue Eyes.”

“Your ass is grass, and if you don’t sit up and look at me, I’m gonna mow it.” He’s sitting cross legged now, hands on his lap, a sarky grin on his face.

“I know you’re lying, which is just sad, James. You have to perfectly working Blue Eyes.” He wags a finger, moving to sit with his back against the opposing wall. “We should get high together. I know I’ve got something I know would at least touch the side of that big wet brain”

“Are you sure you’re not constantly stoned? Do you have brain cells worth damaging?”

“The weed that I can’t sell any more because of how strong it is. My treat, come on, what d’ya say?”

“Out of space alcohol?”

“Well I’d hate to… do something bad,” he doesn’t quite understand, but that’s fine. “Maybe when you’re not drunk, blue eyes.”

It’s the drugs, isn’t it

Haven’t even tried them yet, Bluey.

He loves a #SeductiveSundayᅠ And yes, he’s showing scars. He doesn’t hide them.

He’s been up all night playing video games… oops. Time for bed now?

🥥🏳️🤍🐩🕊️

Uh-huh, if she says so.

I’m only messing. It’s not romantic, you’re a little too mature for my taste.

Like a cheese.

I wouldn’t question much of what I say. I’m already one joint ahead.

Yes, it’s a pokemon tattoo. He likes pokemon.