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[blueshit]

"You know what to do. Leave it at the tone, bitch."

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[blueshit]

[ Jesse flinches instinctively at the all-too-familiar, angry tone. Okay, so maybe it had been a stupid question. Of course he's been eating. ]

Yeah, okay, I just meant they put stuff in it sometimes. It makes you super horny. Like you wanna jump whoever you're standing next to, y'know? So...be careful. Or, like, don't, I guess, if you're looking to just...start crossing stuff off your list.

[ Ugh. So gross. Just don't start eating anything dosed while standing next to Jesse, Walt. ]

Oh yeah, and it's in the water sometimes, too.

[the1whoknocks]

So be aware of who I'm around before eating or drinking anything. That's just wonderful.

[ Sarcasm, obviously. He's this close to bringing his tray back to his cell every meal, as inconvenient as that may be. The thought of finishing out his sentence sooner is kind of intriguing, but he's not sure he's ready to drug himself just yet. He hasn't yet exhausted every other avenue of escape. ]

I take it you say this from experience.

[ It's not a thought he wants in his head, a grimace forming on his face as soon as the words leave his lips. ]

[blueshit]

In the bathhouse, too. And if it rains. Specially if it's purple.

[ He hears that sarcasm and is choosing to ignore it. This isn't a joke. Jesse himself has been caught out too many times not to take the possibility seriously. Even if, by now, getting aphroed and finding himself fumbling urgently with a stranger's (or friend's) belt isn't that big a deal to him.

It would be to Mr. White, though, he knows. So he's just trying to help him out here, give him the heads-up. At Walt's question, though, all he can do is scoff in disbelief. He can't actually be asking that, can he? ]

Uh, you seriously want an answer to that, yo?

[ Because obviously he is. Mr. White and his big brain should definitely be able to figure that one out. ]