Snippet #2329031

Oz rose an eyebrow to his roommate as she applied makeup, lightly puffing on the cigarette, "Technically this is me improving." He grinned, showing his surprisingly white teeth. Oz always figured he had lady luck on his side, considering he kept his good looks after all the crap he's smoked, injected, snorted, and pretty much every other possible method of getting the drug in his system. "You know, not that I'm complaining, but why exactly is my roomie a girl?" He asked, rhetorically of course, to be honest, Oz was slightly offended, what? Did the people in charge think he didn't have enough game to score? Possibly a stupid thought. Oz shrugged that train of thought off the tracks, putting out the smoke and tossing it out the window. Walking away from the window to pull his suitcase to an empty dresser, throwing clothes messily into the drawers, looking back to Ash and noticing the marks on her arms. "So, why exactly are you here?" he questioned, looking curiously but trying his best not to imply that he knew anything. Oz was finished unpacking in a few minutes, sitting back down on his bed, adjusting his bangs so they didn't cover his eyes.