[A finger snakes around Bellamy's to push one of the lift buttons, the scent of cannabis permeating strong with whoever it is that has decided to walk up beside the man. Marty wasn't really trying to get in the dude's personal space, but he kinda wanted to get out of the shittiest part of the ship, okay. Nobody likes the med bay and the pod rooms. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, eyebrow shooting up as he looks at Bellamy. Yet another buff scary dude, he just knows it. Sheesh.]
Having some trouble with the scenery, compadre?
[Despite smelling like weed, he seems to be firing off of all cylinders, which is kind of weird, but you gotta understand man - his tolerance is through the roof.]
let me know if i need to change anything holla
Having some trouble with the scenery, compadre?
[Despite smelling like weed, he seems to be firing off of all cylinders, which is kind of weird, but you gotta understand man - his tolerance is through the roof.]