Snippet #2076430

Bryce wasn't surprised in the least when Virgel seemed to just nod off his pot smoking habit. Besides, it relaxed him - Didn't make him crazy, mean, and/or dangerous like other drugs might. When the boy laughed though, he blinked. He hadn't heard the boy laugh often, it was a foreign sound to him. He always seemed to serious all the time, maybe there was something fun under all that caked on responsibility.

After the tussling with the crowd, he sighed. He leaned his head back against the locker as his vision swam. The crowd hadn't just gotten his nose, but had given him a nice hit to the left eye area. Wow, high school was absolutely insane. He closed his eyes before opening them wide. His emerald eyes returning to their usual half lidded state, he lifted the hem of his shirt to his nose, wiping the blood off of his upper lip and below of his nose. He thanked whatever higher power that was or wasn't that he wore a black shirt today. The skin of Bryce's stomach was pastey pale, and his torso was thin and the bottom portion of his ribcage pressed lightly out against his skin. It wasn't exactly unhealthy looking, he was just incredibly thin and didn't get out much. He face Virgel as he approached.

"Hey, man." he greeted the other before leaning his head back to let gravity assist his bloody nose. Hearing what he assumed to be a sarcastic jest, he chuckled. "Thanks, just got it done. Runs a bit though." he joked back, grinning. Though, his grin fell when he saw his broken creation. "Brooo... Uncool." he moaned, taking the sculpture from Joke and looking it over. Slowly, he began to bend wires back into a more unmarred state. It looked like the wheel which had fallen off was the crucial one as well, with the crank that made the thing work in the first place. "Thanks for getting it, though, man. Didn't get mauled in the crowd did ya?" he asked, his vision clearing up as he tried to bend the model back into shape. "Malcolm and Paige get swept away by the current?"

Bryce would have jumped up to try and find Malcolm or, especially, Page - But the crowd was clearly penetrable, so he might as well wait for it to thin out even a bit. At this point, even if he did viciously try to shove his way through, he wasn't the toughest guy and was sure that they'd trample him to some bloody mess or knock his sorry, stoned ass out.