[ Jesse is tucking the flashlight under his arm now, still staring up at the debris while Ronan circles it. It's like Ronan is stalking prey or something, though Jesse is more focused on digging his hand into his pocket for the 8-ball. Time for another bump. Actually, seeing this huge hunk of metal is making him need a big bump right now.
He scrunches his face up at what Ronan says, like "huh??" But again - the coke seems to be his main point of focus. And maybe - maybe - he's honestly getting used to Ronan saying weird, creepy shit. ]
Trust you to get all creepy morbid, you fucking weirdo.
[ Retorted like he might as well be rolling his eyes rather than actually disturbed by Ronan's morbid sense of humour. ]
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He scrunches his face up at what Ronan says, like "huh??" But again - the coke seems to be his main point of focus. And maybe - maybe - he's honestly getting used to Ronan saying weird, creepy shit. ]
Trust you to get all creepy morbid, you fucking weirdo.
[ Retorted like he might as well be rolling his eyes rather than actually disturbed by Ronan's morbid sense of humour. ]