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Location: Aires - Daniel Military Academy
Dialogue Color âĻ #8A4E62
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H E A T H E RXD E V E R E U X
_____T H EXA R T I S T_____
Outfit: Link Here
Location: Aires - Daniel Military Academy
Dialogue Color âĻ #8A4E62
Thought Color ⧠#3A0012
Heather's eyes were trained on Ron when he practically waved a loaded weapon around, narrowed into slits already when she had glanced back to see his smirk. Tallyho jumping had been a welcome source of aid and Angela coming right in afterwards softened her face, but the tension in her body didn't dissipate even when Ron said he would give a "gesture of good will." He had already gotten himself labeled as someone she really didn't want to waste her time pretending to like. If Ron really wanted to be cordial, then that was fine. But it wouldn't be turning into anything deeper than that and Heather was resolute about it even when she heard someone approaching her bed. Calliope's comment made her roll her eyes a bit, but considering everyone's mood back on the cart, Heather wasn't about to turn her already aggravated mood into something more on someone who hadn't done anything to her. Especially when the last hint of a dig at Ron made her want to laugh, even if she couldn't.
She did look up, though, when Ron was near and eyed him and the joint speculatively. Contray to whatever beliefs people had about Heather and her artist friends, she was not at all a part of the majority of artists who smoked and got high in order to achieve some sort of artistic drive. Nor had she ever used it to mellow her out. She had too many doctors in her head when she was young who told her how the strain of marijuana kids her age used wasn't the same as what it was before, and of the various toxins used within. Plus, it had never really appealed to her. "Thanks...but no thanks," she said, pleasantly surprised that her voice didn't hold any edge to it. Even though she didn't trust Ron's one-eighty in any way, shape or form. "Appreciate it, but...I don't smoke."
She did look up, though, when Ron was near and eyed him and the joint speculatively. Contray to whatever beliefs people had about Heather and her artist friends, she was not at all a part of the majority of artists who smoked and got high in order to achieve some sort of artistic drive. Nor had she ever used it to mellow her out. She had too many doctors in her head when she was young who told her how the strain of marijuana kids her age used wasn't the same as what it was before, and of the various toxins used within. Plus, it had never really appealed to her. "Thanks...but no thanks," she said, pleasantly surprised that her voice didn't hold any edge to it. Even though she didn't trust Ron's one-eighty in any way, shape or form. "Appreciate it, but...I don't smoke."