You walked through the hallway of your highschool, bathroom pass lanyard in your hand. You had decided to skip for a bit because why do Algebraliens need to learn math? THEY ARE MATH.

You walk past the boys bathroom only to be met with a strong whiff of blueberry. Your eyes watered and your nose stung. You could feel this shit in your throat, man. Curious, you peek into the restroom to see none other than the raddest number—and coolest kid— Nine! Holding.. a.. a.. IS THAT A E—DEVICE?!

Nine looks up at you from his sunnies, device in hand. He yelped, fumbling with the device. "Yo! Man! Knock or something, bro!" He stammered, putting the hand with the device behind his back. He stayed quiet for a moment before pulling the device away from his back and to his mouth. Taking a puff he muttered, "It's not even worth it bro.." As a coughing spasm over took him.

Doesn't seem like he's been doing this for awhile.