Thief With A Bike ~ Krii7y

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TW- Overdose, marked with (-)

"You're gonna leave me with him?" Puffer asked once they'd finally went back to the first lift.

"Yeah, get over it." Smit huffed, he was amped up for sure, he just didn't want to waste energy on Puffers questions right now. After all, Puffers questions were kind of a waste of breath sometimes, especially this one since he'd asked at least 12 times now.

"You'll be fine, Puff, I'll actually teach you this time." Grizzy attempted to reassure, to hell if it was working.

"Yeah, fuck my ass you help me."

"Oh gladly."

"Enough of that." Smit shook his head, a hand covering his goggles in embarrassment.

"Who says that as an answer?" John asked, confused.

"YUMI!" Puffer exclaimed, to which Smii7y sighed to.

"Don't copy what Yumi says."

Yumi must have been one of the numbers in Smit's phone, if John remembered correctly, and by the way he remembered his texts, it seemed like something he'd say.

It was funny how he analyzed that much of a person just by words on a screen he'd spent less than 5 seconds reading. They weren't even joking with each other, Yumi's texts all seemed to be a joke in itself, none of it made sense.

John actually didn't remember, and he honestly couldn't read it anyways, he just thought that to call himself smart.

Smit however didn't seem bothered that John was vastly confused by their conversation. Actually, Smit seemed more than happy John didn't get it, maybe for the better.

"God this line is long." John complained for the... maybe second time this entire trip.

"Yeah, it's always like this." Smit was practically shaking with excitement.

"Think I'm ready to hit jumps yet, Grizz?" Puffer asked, and Grizzy shook his head violently.

"You'd die doing a bunny hop, shut your ass up, Puff."

"Well that was mean!"

"Yeah we all mean here, welcome to the club."

"Asshole."

"YEAHHH! Thats what I'm talking about!" Smit giggled at John's comment, honestly, that was the most hyped he'd been all day.

Before John could also laugh, Puffer slammed on the lever on Johns bindings with his free foot, Releasing John from his binding, and letting his board be free. It slid for about a meter before stoping.

"The fuck was that?" John was more confused than angry, he'd just learned a new tactic to piss others off.

"You better hope you didn't break that, dumbass." Smit grumbled.

John shook his head before popping the BOA dial on Puffers left boot, affectively undoing it.

"You fucker!" Puffer gasped, reaching down to pop the dial back in, getting a slap on the ass in the process by no one other than Grizzy.

With that, John retrieved his board from a kind stranger who'd picked it up. He'd gotten his revenge, thats for sure.

"Grizzy stop grabbing my ass!" Puffer hissed as he twisted the dial over and over again, John really was a jackass for that one.

"Why, you got it up for me-"

"Stop, stop, no." Smit shook his head.

"Got a problem with that, Smit?" John asked, smirking.