The roof, Friday night

[lovemykilt]

Claudia was gone. Off to the airport and from there back to Connecticut.

Forever.

He was sitting on the edge of the roof staring out over the town, kicking his boot heels against the side of the building. He'd considered bringing some of his very small stash up here for a smoke, but didn't want that to become a sad thing.

Also, being out of one's head and sitting on the edge of a long drop? Totally didn't mix.

So instead, he was just moping.

Sad punk was sad.

[ooc: and emo roof is emo. Also, open.]

Comments

[iknowstuff.livejournal.com]

"DON'T MAKE ME COME UP AND PUSH YOU!"

[lovemykilt]

She wouldn't. "YOU WOULDN'T!" Would she?

[iknowstuff.livejournal.com]

Damn it. She wouldn't

"... I REALLY WANT THAT PARKING SPOT! WHEN THE TIME COMES!"

[lovemykilt]

"TOO BAD! I'M LEAVING IT TO MY FLYING SQUIRREL!"

[iknowstuff.livejournal.com]

"RAMONE WILL SELL IT TO ME FOR MERE ACORNS!"

[lovemykilt]

"NOT IF I SET IT ASIDE AS A NATURAL FLYING SQUIRREL RESERVE!"

He had no idea if that was true. Ramone did have terrible business sense, after all.

"YOU CAN HAVE MY SHARE OF THE TIN HAT BUSINESS, THOUGH."

[iknowstuff.livejournal.com]

"I don't want a hat! I want free parking!"

[lovemykilt]

"Then I guess you're screwed!"