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[arollingstone]

Date & Time: December 15th, during the zombie apocalypse rigamarole
Location: Up a tree, where else
Characters: TJ and whoever wants to join him up there!
Summary: TJ's no fighter, but he's not always the most sensible either. A normal walk turned into a scramble up one of Exsilium's "trees". There's not much left to do but wait it out, smoke a joint, and keep an eye out for salvation. Care to join him for a smoke at the end of the world?

[TJ wasn't exactly a warrior; not unless it was in a quote off of the content-edited version of Road Warrior they used to play in the old West Coast Video he hung out in as a kid. Needless to say, zombie uprisings weren't in his line of work or expertise. During the unfortunate period where he'd handled a gun for his daily bread, he shot rarely and the targets were pretty decidedly alive.

But he's a guy who likes a walk when he fancies one, zombies or no zombies. It took a band of what must've been ten of them to finally eliminate 'artful dodgery' as a feasible escape plan. One of the spiny, petrified trees served as shitty cover, but at least it was high. TJ scrambled up the trunk, gangly limbs scrambling to find purchase on the thinner, high branches. It was safe, sturdy, and for the first time, TJ could look out on the city for himself. The lily wasn't exactly gilded during their debrief upon arrival, but it was sure as hell better than this.

TJ reached into his pocket, fumbling around for a joint. No time like the present to get take a more elevated view on things.]

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[arollingstone]

Nah, see. [TJ pulled at his ribbon, letting his dreads fan out to their natural dandelion-esque state. He smiled, spreading his long fingers out like spindly spider legs.] I'm one-quarter scarecrow. You're safe with me, kiddo.

[He held up the joint.] Wanna chill? You look like you could stand to wind down, man.

[inthejunk]

[Yosuke smiled even if he didn't entirely get the joke. Did scarecrows have funny hair in America? Or maybe he meant because mannequin heads get ratty after a while...hmm.

Either way, Yosuke ambled up until he was nose to sneaker with TJ, and glanced appreciatively around at the view-awful as it was, this was a great vantage- before he let his gaze fall curiously on the cigarette.

Chill? Wind down? ...Wait, what? Was this guy offering him drugs? No way! People never offered Yosuke drugs. His eyes widened a bit.]

Uh...I think I'm pretty high already.

[He joked, cringing a little inwardly at just how automatically those stupid puns slipped out these days. But he couldn't smoke that! Was it marijuana? It was illegal. His mom would murder him. And Shirogane would probably get pretty riled up, too. So he looked, curious and intrigued, but he didn't dare to actually reach for the thing.]

[arollingstone]

[Stupid or not, TJ looked amused in a gentle, more understanding way than the peer pressure pamphlets handed out to kids Yosuke's age liked to broadcast. He took another drag himself, sighing and letting his knees float up around his ears. Figuratively and sorta literally, his position in the tree was a little awkward.]

That we are, that we are. [The filter paper was damp from where his mouth had been on the business end of the cigarette, and TJ took the opportunity to pinch it tighter.] High as a kite, I just mi-ii-ght, stop to check you out.

[TJ clapped four times, in two quick bursts, then seemed to laugh out of nowhere. God, what he'd do for a fucking radio right now.]

[inthejunk]

[Oh, hey. He knows this one! Sort of. And since TJ is politely ignoring the fact that Yosuke is a goofy two shoes loser, the least he can do is help the guy feel at home, right? He catches the rhythm off of TJ and tries his best to remember.]

Let me go on...I'm a blizzard in the sun.

[arollingstone]

[TJ snorted, nearly dropping his joint in the surprise of being jolted so firmly to the funny bone. He was about to correct the kid, but eh... his version wasn't half bad. Malapropisms and all. He picked up right from there, brushing some ash off his leg and proceeding to use his thighs as a makeshift drum pad.]

Lemme go OO-OO-ooon--!

[C'mon kid, take it. And not so wimpy, either! TJ may have been careful enough to climb a tree, but that's about where his concern for zombies ended. Dude was belting it.]

[inthejunk]

[He grins a little too, when TJ keeps singing. For a second there he thought he got the wrong line, but obviously not. Whew.]

Pink haaaaands I know you're my one!

[It feels good. Singing with a not-really-stranger-anymore at the end of the world. It beats the hell out of bemoaning their bad luck, anyway.]

[arollingstone]

[They managed to get through at least half the song before TJ couldn't keep it together (When I'm a-talkin' I strut my tough I don't even. Know. Guyyy. was his undoing). He clapped Yosuke on the back, coughing a little on the smoke he'd just inhaled.]

Bravo, you beautiful bastard. [He took another drag, chasing the burn of the last one.] Now you are a guy who needs to write a song of his own. That was some funky-ass wordsmithery I just experienced.

[inthejunk]

You think so?

[He's pretty sure that's a compliment, anyway. Yosuke grins.]

I play the guitar, actually. But I don't have any complete songs, just some cool riffs that I think up sometimes.

[arollingstone]

Cool riffs, huh? Like... [TJ went to tune his air guitar, making a face befitting a world class rocker (or rather, a ham impersonating one) as he power-strummed his way through the famous riff in Deep Purple's Smoke on the Water.] Duh duh dum. Duh duh duh dum!

[Just as quickly as he'd shifted into performance mode, he shifted back out.] Do they rock, is what I'm askin'. Like, capital-R rock.

[inthejunk]

[Yosuke makes a noise that can probably be best described as a giggle, though he quickly clears his throat to hide it. He seems to debate a bit before he attempts to answer TJ. Should he admit that he thinks up love songs sometimes?

...Probably not.]

Um. I think they might once I have some more practice.