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Dove (charmisma) wrote in st_margarets,

"Ah," he said. That made sense to him. He wasn't quite sure who the 'he' was, if Valentine's father was a teacher and his mother ran a bar. He figured it would be impolite to ask. "Oh, that's cool - supporting the arts is important. Especially when dirty hippies can use it as an excuse to sit somewhere and listen to others for a while. Not that we ever did that. We weren't those kinds of hippies."

Garret snorted and ducked his head, pulling himself up on the bed by Valentin. "Well, maybe sometimes they were. I have a Mom and Dad, but we were all really close. I was never involved in those sort of gatherings, but I didn't attend all of them either." Another sip of beer as Garret gave Valentin's question some thought.

"Once. I was really angry at someone for some reason and I was clutching a pebble and I just meant to hit him with it because he was a jerk. It hit him and he fell and almost broke his arm. And...I got the whiplash. Vomit just...everywhere." It wasn't a proud moment for him.