Post by kieran fergal ó flannagáin on Aug 16, 2012 16:59:10 GMT -5
when you grab ahold of me, tell me that I’ll never be set free, but I’m a parasite,,
Kieran was taking advantage of an amazingly brilliant day outside, the weather warm enough for a flannel and jeans. He had a sweatshirt with him as well, but was pleasantly surprised with the fact that he didn’t actually need it when he got outside. He made his way down to the black lake jovially, happy to have a spot of time to relax. Not wanting to feel like a total bum, he brought his textbook out with him, though whether or not he’d use it as anything more than a pillow was questionable.
He chose a sunny spot not too close to the shore—one never knew what might suddenly appear from those treacherous waters—and laid out his sweatshirt, which he unzipped and spread out to its full capacity. He then put his textbook underneath the hood and lied down, closing his eyes and propping his arms up behind his head, completely comfortable and relaxed. A cool breeze was blowing over the terrain and he exhaled contently, then brought one hand up and down to his pants pocket.
Pulling out his pack of cigarettes he grinned, using his wand to light the tip of one. Tipping his head back he brought the cigarette to his lips, inhaling one softly and then more deeply taking the smoke gladly into his lungs. Could anything really get any better than this? He didn’t think so. A lass would have been nice, but they were chatty. In all honesty he was keen just to relax, not put any real effort into anything else.
Closing his eyes once again he continued to smoke his cigarette slowly, opening his eyes only to check and see if he needed to flick any of the ash off so as to avoid burning himself or making a mess. He quite liked the flannel he was wearing, and didn’t want any scorch marks on it. It was fairly new, and his ma almost definitely would have pitched a fit at him if he destroyed it.
two pints of booze, tell me are you a bad fish too? Are you a badfish too?
