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[otherfabray.livejournal.com]

[Smoking instead of heading to class]

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[prancysmurf.livejournal.com]

That's not good for you, you know

[He's hanging a safe distance away from the smoke. These clothes don't clean easily.]

[otherfabray.livejournal.com]

[Jessica turns towards the voice with a raised eyebrow. He's really giving her a lecture right now? She had heard of Kurt Hummel of course but she was never close to him. Not that she's close to anyone.

She takes a puff of the cigarette and blows it in his direction.] Did you actually want something or did you just come here to lecture me about my health?

[prancysmurf.livejournal.com]

It's not my choice but I have to walk past you on the way to class. I thought a bit of passing advice wouldn't go amiss.

[otherfabray.livejournal.com]

Well you better hurry off to class then, wouldn't want to be late after all would you?

Since you're so worried about it and all.

[blainewanderson.livejournal.com]

[Blaine makes a face, he hates the smell of cigarette smoke.] Aren't you going to be late? The bell rang.

[otherfabray.livejournal.com]

[You may be pretty close to her sister Blaine but she doesn't know you so she's going to roll her eyes at him]

Not exactly in the mood for pop quiz today. [Or ever.] So, I think I'll pass thanks.

[blainewanderson.livejournal.com]

Uh, if you don't go to class, you could get detention. [Blaine said, looking scandalized.]

[otherfabray.livejournal.com]

[She rolls her eyes a little at that] Do I look like I care about that, Anderson?

It's no big deal.

[blainewanderson.livejournal.com]

No...but you should. Or you can enjoy this grade again next year.

Teenaged version of this pup okay?

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

((Also voicetesting like whoa))

[There's a tall, longhair stoner-dork camped out sprawling on the opposite bench, attempting to do just the same thing.]

Would you happen to be awesome and have a light, there? Mine's scragged - broken.

Sure! Fellow voicetesters are always welcome XD

[otherfabray.livejournal.com]

[She takes a long drag of the cigarette in her hand before looking over at him with a raised brow. She's pretty sure she hasn't seen him around before...

She nods, fishing in her pocket for her lighter and tosses it over to him] Sure, catch. Knock yourself out.

<3

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

Thanks, man.

[Click-click-cough. He drags on the smoke long and hard, ("aw, yeah"), eyes fluttering with relief, and immediately starts rolling another.]

[otherfabray.livejournal.com]

[She raises a brow at that but just takes another drag on her own, not commenting on it.]

Yeah, don't mention it. So, I take it you're not too worried about missing class either.

[prancysmurf.livejournal.com]

That's not good for you, you know

[He's hanging a safe distance away from the smoke. These clothes don't clean easily.]

[otherfabray.livejournal.com]

[Jessica turns towards the voice with a raised eyebrow. He's really giving her a lecture right now? She had heard of Kurt Hummel of course but she was never close to him. Not that she's close to anyone.

She takes a puff of the cigarette and blows it in his direction.] Did you actually want something or did you just come here to lecture me about my health?

[prancysmurf.livejournal.com]

It's not my choice but I have to walk past you on the way to class. I thought a bit of passing advice wouldn't go amiss.

[otherfabray.livejournal.com]

Well you better hurry off to class then, wouldn't want to be late after all would you?

Since you're so worried about it and all.

[blainewanderson.livejournal.com]

[Blaine makes a face, he hates the smell of cigarette smoke.] Aren't you going to be late? The bell rang.

[otherfabray.livejournal.com]

[You may be pretty close to her sister Blaine but she doesn't know you so she's going to roll her eyes at him]

Not exactly in the mood for pop quiz today. [Or ever.] So, I think I'll pass thanks.

[blainewanderson.livejournal.com]

Uh, if you don't go to class, you could get detention. [Blaine said, looking scandalized.]

[otherfabray.livejournal.com]

[She rolls her eyes a little at that] Do I look like I care about that, Anderson?

It's no big deal.

Teenaged version of this pup okay?

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

((Also voicetesting like whoa))

[There's a tall, longhair stoner-dork camped out sprawling on the opposite bench, attempting to do just the same thing.]

Would you happen to be awesome and have a light, there? Mine's scragged - broken.

Sure! Fellow voicetesters are always welcome XD

[otherfabray.livejournal.com]

[She takes a long drag of the cigarette in her hand before looking over at him with a raised brow. She's pretty sure she hasn't seen him around before...

She nods, fishing in her pocket for her lighter and tosses it over to him] Sure, catch. Knock yourself out.

<3

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

Thanks, man.

[Click-click-cough. He drags on the smoke long and hard, ("aw, yeah"), eyes fluttering with relief, and immediately starts rolling another.]

[otherfabray.livejournal.com]

[She raises a brow at that but just takes another drag on her own, not commenting on it.]

Yeah, don't mention it. So, I take it you're not too worried about missing class either.