[ Jay was a nervous wreck, but the friend he'd been texting had given him some confidence that maybe this wouldn't go so bad. Still, he knew he looked terrible. He wore his baggy cargo shorts, no shoes, an oversized black t-shirt, there was a cap on his head and a cigarette between his lips.
His face was terrible, from the dark circles under his eyes due to restless nights and the broken nose, he'd definitely had better days. He kept his head ducked as he sat on the ledge of the roof, facing inwards so he could see the door open.
He was half expecting to be stood up. Maybe it would be better if he was. ]
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on 2017-04-12 09:29 am (UTC)His face was terrible, from the dark circles under his eyes due to restless nights and the broken nose, he'd definitely had better days. He kept his head ducked as he sat on the ledge of the roof, facing inwards so he could see the door open.
He was half expecting to be stood up. Maybe it would be better if he was. ]