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  • peer pressure - o, smoking

    Glancing at Pad for a moment he'd turn his attention back to the sunset. "Well... Nicotine," he shifted, "a whole lot of chemicals, and tobacco. I guess nicotine and tobacco are the same thing though." Groteske was surprisingly talkative for once. The one good side effect of cigarettes was calmed nerves, and with the bonus of memories he felt a tad like his old self. Confident, brazen, rebellious, he'd been the shit back then. A hot piece of ass and a menthol cigarette, not taking anyone's flak. Whether fortunate or not he just wasn't the same person as before.

    "They rot your lungs, not that it matters," he said with a pessimistic tone. He'd once woken up with his guts hanging everywhere, so what was cancer supposed to do, kill him? Yeah, he was pretty much a zombie at this point. Broken neck, endlessly bleeding nose, any horrible injury you could think of he'd probably had it. Even if something happened to his brain it wouldn't matter. Anything caused by the curse didn't actually effect him. It just didn't matter. "I mean, it probably does for you. You win some you lose some." The last part was directed towards himself. Even if he was harassed and emotionally abused because of the curse at least he wouldn't die.

    Blinking a couple times he then spat the cigarette into a nearby puddle. "Name's Groteske," the canine looked dejected as he felt the urge to light up another cigarette.

  • where paradise lay // college au, open

    Gregory was sitting by himself, spacing out as a chubby puppy nibbled his fingers. A nasty bruise was beginning to fade underneath his right eye, multiple bandaids decorated him, and his lip was badly split. Some of the small scrapes and cuts were from accidents, but most were the result of forgetting eggs coupled with a foul tempered boyfriend. To say the least he needed a moment of relaxation.

    The 6'5, dark skinned Latino popped out from whatever daydream had consumed him. Jeez, he needed to stop doing that. Less daydreaming, more acting like a responsible adult. Studying, job-ing, not being a stupid idiot-ing. Yeah, he was gonna need more than some Safeway cookies and adorable wittle puppies, not that they weren't helping. In fact he'd probably be having a break down without them. He could just picture himself sobbing into his obnoxiously expensive textbook, looking and being a total hot mess. That was gonna be him an hour after leaving the event.

    Picking the chubby black lab up he began making faces that screamed "I'd be making those weird baby noises if this wasn't a library".
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  • peer pressure - o, smoking

    Groteske glanced at Hypokrisis, nodding quietly. "Hm, I suppose," he responded, "but I think saying everyone is an addict makes actual addicts... I don't know, it seems to trivialize the issue." This wasn't said with malice, but genuine concern. Yes, everyone was an addict in some fashion, it was part of having a conscious, but it didn't exactly work like that. As a former junkie it felt almost dismissive to say everyone was an addict. He had been torn limb from limb because of meth, it had ruined his life and the relationships he cherished. It had forced him into gang life, into a violent cycle that could only be broken by wiping the slate clean completely. No old friends, no old memories, no old habits. You had to become a completely different person. Even the good traits had to be thrown away. Addiction was something many didn't understand, and he hoped and wished that those many never understood it. "But I get what you mean." He looked terribly tired.

    Frowning as some kid ran over he immediately began to disperse the smoke with his paw. Second hand smoking was just as bad as taking a drag straight from the cigarette, and the kid was so young. "Hey, hey it's alright, don't cry," Grot attempted to comfort the youth, "look, it's gone, I promise." He flicked his bandaged paw toward the muddy puddle, more specifically the blackened cigarette within. Having no idea of Jacob's reasons he simply assumed the kid was sensitive.
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  • peer pressure - o, smoking

    Groteske watched blankly as Jules swiped at his face, presumably to get some invisible cigarette away by what the other had said. "First, there ain't no cigarette," he narrowed his eyes, "second, don't you try that shit again." It didn't matter if some kid had coughing fits, if need be the kid could simply leave the vicinity. Even then Grot wasn't even smoking when Jacob came over, and he'd tried to get the smoke away just to be polite, so there was no need for some stupid ass lecture. "I ain't fucking around you better chill out," not only did he feel exhausted, he was now in a bad mood. Kids bad behavior was excusable, but adults were a whole 'nother story.

    Maybe the cigarette had sparked some old fire because he was noticeably different in attitude. Instead of simply nodding the rude behavior off Grot was ready to throw down. Of course he wouldn't, that'd just be dumb. However he was a pretty skilled fighter, and with his muscular stature, well, picking a fight with the canine wasn't smart.

    Shit, now he was getting riled up. Taking a deep breath he simply went back into his relaxed position. Grotesque had a nasty temper behind his usual anxious self. Even if he had changed quite a bit he was still a thug at heart, it's how he had grown up, nothing was gonna change that.

    Jesus now Imperia was involved, so of course he had to control himself. He wasn't going to apologize for smoking outside of camp, especially after Julian snapped at him. "Right, right," he said in a hushed, understanding tone. Great, he felt like a jerk despite doing nothing wrong. "I didn't mean anything by it," he said to Jacob, "I... I'm sorry." His posture changed back into it's usual cowardly way, neck lowering. He wasn't a gang member anymore, he didn't need to be hostile or act like a hot shot, not in blizzardclan. "I didn't know Imperia, I'll try to be more careful."

    Feeling guilty he just glanced at Jerseyboy. What was he supposed to do, say thank you? The massive mutt just wanted to enjoy the sunset and take a break. Well... Yeah, there wasn't any pleasant side to this.
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  • peer pressure - o, smoking

    In his defense Jacob had been the one to come over and freak out, but Grot needed to be a bit more wary he guessed. "Ah, well, I'll have to be careful," he flashed a small, awkward smile, "don't need any horses trampling me." The guy seemed nice enough so there was no reason to stay bitter. It made sense to be protective over a little kid especially if the kid had trauma as Jacob seemed to have. "Groteske," he responded, nodding a bit to show respect.

  • peer pressure - o, smoking

    Grot tilted his head to the side, admiring her for a moment. This didn't last long as he realized how embarrassing it was to just stare at someone. "Definitely," he replied softly, staring at the ground with a tiny smile. Oh jeez, how old was he again? Oh yeah! Too old to be acting like an idiot teenager. "I shouldn't have smoked in the first place," he sighed, "usually I'm good about it, but today was... Well, I needed a break." Despite the sudden drama he actually felt pretty alright. Probably because of Imperia if he was to be honest. She was the only person he'd consider a friend at the moment, so her presence had definitely helped.
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