| Welcme back to town, woah I should lie down, everything's brown and uh oh. . |
[Mar. 7th, 2008|12:24 pm] |
Who: Angel and Collins
Where: E. 6th street, New York City.
When: Early morning hours.
Warnings: Entirely possible, if Angel gets him drunk/stoned enough, not that he isn't high off his as XD
Dropping into the world stoned wasn't the best way to arrive but not entirely the worst either. At least he wasn't minding the biting cold too badly. He was aware of it, certainly, but he couldn't have cared less. He sat up against a building, laughing at every object or person that went by, consciously avoiding taking out another roach to smoke since his Mami had told him not to. It wasn't long before Collins could smell her on the air, hear the delicate clicks of her heels and remember what it had been like all that time ago.
Fuck, she was really alive. Standing, he was suddenly very sober and very aware, and he rubbed at his eyes under his shades to glance in the direction those reminders were coming from. "Mama, 's that you?" |
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