Syn

Syn leans against the wall looking quite relaxed, but every muscle in her body is coiled and ready. She watches you approach with apprehension, the steel in her focused gaze an indication of just how difficult she will be to befriend.

*Wrath walks right up near Syn, completely ignoring her hostile gaze. He leans against the wall right next to her, uninvited. He can feel her stare like a burning in his temple, but doesn't acknowledge it, or her, His deep blue gaze wanders over the football field in the distance as he pulls a joint out of his shirt pocket and lights it, taking a big hit. Then a moment later, without a word or a glance, he holds it out toward her, his hand low so as not to draw unwanted attention.

*Her eyebrows raise in surprise, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sizes you up. She glances around the area, making sure no one is watching, and then takes the joint from you. She takes a long drag, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she exhales a cloud of smoke.*