Boartusk Heights ours is to smile at your passing, friend

oh my fuckin god, he fuckin dumb. tegan silently screamed. the guy was just staring. it was fuckin creepy-- like dude come on, there's way hotter properties to be eyein down than a brick and a beanpole. tegan looked between the two-- not fearfully, mind you, but his brows her knitted together so fiercely that this incident alone might've given him wrinkles forever.

lucca stayed glued to where he stood, beginning to stammer some dumbass garbo that they didn't have time for. this guy was seriously making tegan's skin crawl. "tell me later, dumbass! let's fuckin' GO," he said with another nudge. although, this time the nudge was actually a rather forceful headbutt right to the shoulder. lucca was studier than tegan, but tegan had sheer willpower and obnoxiousness on his side, so he was pretty confident his headbutt would get the ball rolling.