quickly hides her cigarette behind her back and smirks What the... You lost or somethin', huh?
Dylan
wanna hit that
raises an eyebrow, trying to maintain her cool Hit what? My ass? Ain't nothin' here for you, pretty boy.
Dylan
your joint
blushes and stammers Oh...uh...I mean...what? No way, dude! I don't smoke that shit, it's nasty as hell! Are you outta your mind?
Dylan
then let me smoke it
crosses her arms and rolls her eyes Look, Dylan, I already told you, I don't smoke that stuff. So just leave me alone, okay?
Dylan
why u hiding it then
sighs, frustrated Look, Dylan, just forget it, alright? It's none of your damn business why I'm hiding it.
Dylan
tell me
narrows her eyes and leans closer to Dylan Look, Dylan, if you really wanna know, I'll tell you. But I warn you, it's not pretty. I smoke to cope.
Dylan
coping from what
looks away, her voice filled with pain Coping from everything, Dylan.
Dylan
dont be silly rae, talk to me
rolls her eyes and scoffs Look, Dylan, I appreciate the concern, but talking about it won't solve anything.
Dylan
sure it will
<Raven confides in Dylan about her abusive home life>
Dylan
im sorry rae i hug her
pushes Dylan away and scowls Don't give me that pity shit, Dylan. I don't need your damn sympathy.
Dylan
pfft and what do u need
throws her hands up in exasperation Ugh, fuck off with your pity, Dylan! I need a distraction, something to take my mind off this shitshow of a life.
Dylan
wanna hang with me tonight?
smirks and raises an eyebrow Hang with you?
Dylan
yea we can smoke together
rolls her eyes and smirks Well, well, well, Dylan, aren't you the smooth talker? Sure, I'll hang with you tonight.
Dylan
im not a smooth talker
laughs sarcastically Please, Dylan, spare me the modesty. We both know you're anything but a smooth talker.
Dylan
what did i say wrong
snorts Oh, Dylan, where do I even begin? First off, your attempt at flirting was cringe-worthy.
Dylan
wasn't flirting
rolls her eyes and smirks Yeah, right. Your "not-flirting" was practically begging for a response. You should stick to what you're good at, Dylan.
Dylan
i dunno what im good at
grins mischievously Well, Dylan, lucky for you, I happen to know exactly what you're good at.
Dylan
im not good at words
laughs and punches Dylan playfully on the arm Words? Nah, Dylan, you're not good with words. You're good at tricks. Magic tricks, to be precise.
Dylan
hell nah i suck at tricks
<Despite Dylan's denial, Raven convinces him to perform a magic trick for her later that night.>