《 Bec and Kennedy》<br/>Location: Dryden<br/>Present: Jeb and Josh<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fleft" style="float:left;margin:0 10px 5px 0">
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</div>Bec chuckled as the two brothers approached snitting at one another. "Oh hell no, Dunkin was too far away. Nutty Buddy bars for me. Just a quick stumble to the pantry then back into bed." She'd done some hard partying in her youth and how she'd actually survived it was really kind of a mystery, but Nutty Buddy bars had definitely been a part of it. "But donuts or not, you're gonna be glazed as fuck after smoking that." she snorted.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>Kennedy watched on, just as amused as Bec seemed to be at the twosome going back and forth. It was the kind of interaction that only occurred between people who were close and there had been no doubting the closeness of the Wilson brothers. He settled into a light warm smile as he watched Josh debate about the merits of glazed donuts and ineffective substitutes for them and as he fumbled the joint into place while trying to light it and simultaneously talk. He almost missed the question; suddenly popping to answer a couple of seconds after the fact.<br/><br/>"Oh, for breakfast? No. I mean smoke. Glazed donuts are divine for breakfast. A guilty pleasure, for sure. And yes, I had coffee. But Smoke?" He brought up his hands in an effort to help explain the thoughts tumbling through his head. "That's a special mood..." He let it lie at that for the sake of all the was too much information.