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End of summer. It was almost tragic, if Clyde had to be honest - which he was, when the subject matter concerned himself. And while it may not be that big of a deal for the brainiacs, the beginning of a new semester was possibly one of the worst things he could ever encounter.

Yet here he was, making his way to the most dreadful place in the city after receiving a text from a certain childhood and best friend. The mention of a 'fresh pack' was altogether too difficult of an offer to deny, no matter how much he hated their meeting place... why were they meeting at the school rooftop, anyway?

His denim blue eyes went dull for a brief second at the thought. He flipped himself over the east entrance of ZEUS, and proceeded on making his way to their little meeting place. Then, arriving at the rooftop he did, moments later, which was announced by the loud noise of him slamming open the door. "Oops, coulda woken up the dead there," the eighteen year old blinked, giving his surroundings a quick scan.

Upon locating the other blonde, he grinning, lifting a palm to the side of his own face as some sort of greeting, "All alone in the dark, on the school roof, with a bag of coke," he asked, approaching the Saunders and then turning his body so that he could plop himself down on the ground beside him, "Dude, that's some fucked up setting y'got goin' on, huh?"

A laugh, and one corner of the youth's mouth curled upward, "The hell're we doing here of all places, anyway? Y'realize I have absolutely no problem with you hopping over to my place, yeah? 'Cause all y'need to do is gimme a holler... y'know, over the phone like y'did, and we wouldn't even have to be here freezing our asses off just to sniff a pack?" his eyebrow arched as his hands dugged into his pockets in search of his phone, "Fuck's sake, only you'd wanna spend every minute of your life at school." he scoffed, pulling out his cellular device so as to check the texts he had missed during his journey here.

LAIKA OF GS!

He blinked, almost stupidly at the other blonde for a sec as he readjusted his position on the ground, "Dude, adventures can happen elsewhere. Who the fuck purposely goes to their school rooftop on a summer day just t-" denim blue eyes blinked when something in the Saunders's words caught his attention. With another blink, his gaze flicked over to his best friend, "Classes started already?"

He sat up with mild surprise, "Welp, now everythin' makes perfect sense, doesn't it? Why I've been so out of it for the past who-knows-how-many-days?" a snort left his nose and the Barrow glanced back to his phone, his other hand carelessly snatching the bag Nathan then held before him.

Clyde pocketed his phone, and opened up the bag with a scoff as a breeze came. "Watch it all just get blown away in two seconds - gone with the wind," he emphasized with a lazy roll of his eyes, one corner of his mouth curling into a smirk, "'The best,' but only when yer with me, obviously. I gotta say though, it's only 'the best' for me when I'm actually here to nail a chick." tone flat, he opened up the bag further and dug into it for the roll of paper straw.

He leaned forward then brought himself to lie on his stomach. Laying a thin coat of the white powder on the ground, he blocked his left nostril with his left hand and held the straw to his right, "Look how much of it is already gone when I haven't even fucking started?" the eighteen year old added with a sideway glance to his friend before he slid his vision back so as to proceed with his little business.

A frown and a small groan could be noticed as he gave a quick inhale, feeling the fine, powdery substance making its way to his throat. He let out a faint cough with his mouth closed, and winced, shaking his head a bit as he pushed himself off the ground slightly to hand the paper straw to Nathan.

LAIKA OF GS!