( the smell doesn't dissipate. somehow, if it's possible, it only gets stronger as the man — or is it boy? is it rude to assume age in this place? she's not sure, but the dark circles around his eyes are either thick guyliner or evidence of being extremely tired, and she's not entirely ready to guess which is which yet — approaches the window. he's talking, she can tell that much, but hearing him is nearly impossible over the sound of lazy dude rock pumping from speakers inside. )
What? ( god, man, speak up. ) What did you say, I can't hear you!
( this seems dumb. why is she shouting from the ground? maybe she could, you know, get closer. a hand held up as if to say wait a minute, and kimberly turns in towards the center of the building, where outdoor stairs connect lower floors to their upper variants. it doesn't take her long to climb two flights, or to follow her senses towards a doorway that also reeks of mary jane.
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What? ( god, man, speak up. ) What did you say, I can't hear you!
( this seems dumb. why is she shouting from the ground? maybe she could, you know, get closer. a hand held up as if to say wait a minute, and kimberly turns in towards the center of the building, where outdoor stairs connect lower floors to their upper variants. it doesn't take her long to climb two flights, or to follow her senses towards a doorway that also reeks of mary jane.
knock, knock. )