William followed instructions, holding it as he was shown and trying his best to look like he knew what he was doing. He leaned back, copying Nicolas's stance and manner, taking a long slow inhale just like Nicolas had. And then he choked. Coughing violently, his eyes watered and he pulled a face like it was the most horrendous thing he'd ever tried. Not that he was willing to admit that. "Yes, yes, these are lovely, aren't they? I do like a smoke."
Said the wheezing young man trying desperately to look like he was enjoying it. "No, it's really not easy. Hence why I'm somewhat of a laughing stock," Given his poetry had been rather embarrassingly outted. From it being stolen to the time he sent some to an unfortunately popular girl who shared it with everyone. "I'm not the best writer but I like to think I try." He took another inhale of his cigarette, only coughing lightly this time. What was the appeal of this? "How can one capture beauty when he has such lacking words that can't compare to his feelings?"
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Date: 2015-10-02 11:06 pm (UTC)Said the wheezing young man trying desperately to look like he was enjoying it. "No, it's really not easy. Hence why I'm somewhat of a laughing stock," Given his poetry had been rather embarrassingly outted. From it being stolen to the time he sent some to an unfortunately popular girl who shared it with everyone. "I'm not the best writer but I like to think I try." He took another inhale of his cigarette, only coughing lightly this time. What was the appeal of this? "How can one capture beauty when he has such lacking words that can't compare to his feelings?"