Snippet #2078343

Bryce continued to hold the hem of his shirt to his nose, trying to keep it as clean as he could. Even with his head tilted back, he still had to make sure anything that went out the other direction didn't make a mess. However, he could feel the warm liquid down the back of his throat and shuddered. It was pleasant, interesting, and absolutely revolting at the same time. As he noticed Malcolm heading towards them along with Paige, he smiled in relief.

"Ah, man. Thank god we found you guys. It's a mess over there, ya know." The genius leaned his head back against the locker, not standing up just yet. After that hit, he didn't quite trust himself to stand just yet, not wanting to embarrass himself too horribly. Making a wave of dismissal, he shook his head. "You know, bro. Crowds, limbs flying, that junk. One managed to pop me in the nose, and i dunno if i got hit again one or twice - But it's no biggie. Nothin' new." As Paige handed him a pack of kleenex, he thanked her quietly before letting his bloody shirt hem go. The genius was thankful for tissues the moment he fished one out and pressed it against his bleeding nose - Which thankfully didn't feel broken. Seeing her apologetic smile, he grinned and shrugged as if to say 'Don't worry 'bout it'.

He sighed, cringing when he noticed a metallic taste on the back of his tongue - Blood. Reluctantly, he swallowed, gagging a bit after. Oh man, that was downright nasty. He'd definitely have to smoke this one off. He also made a note that when he did smoke it off, it wouldn't be a Pineapple Express kind of problem, more like a Razzle Dazzle kind of problem. Maybe he'd even go for the Blueberry or Grand Daddy Purple. He let out a chuckling when he thought of his super secret stash. Oh man, that Blue Dream had cost him a pretty penny - Maybe he'd have enough Blue Dream for this to be a Blue Dream kind of problem.

When he realized that Malcolm had suggested they leave, he shrugged. "I might need to catch up in a moment. My head's still a li'." Finishing his sentence, he put his hand out flat before making an almost coating movement as if to suggest dizziness. "Wheeeewww... Ya dig, man?" Bryce slowly stood, but kept himself leaning against the locker, a bit unstable. It wasn't anything serious or anything, but the knock to the head discombobulated him if anything and made his body unbalanced.