That's what I said! Lyle protested. The jerk off thing. Grinning, he came back to the living room and flopped down next to Nico, grabbing the pipe and his lighter. Belladonna. Well... it could probably be worse, maybe. He could be Daisy or Water Chestnut or something. Or that ridiculous blood plant with a name that Lyle would never remember. So as he held the smoke in his lungs, he thought it over. It would do.
Exhaling, he nodded. And after he put down the pipe, he said I can live with that. It's pretty. Like me. And then he grinned, flopping over onto Nico, completely invading his personal space and grinning up at him like an idiot.