[ d33 is blazed as fuck and mickey can't help giggling at him as he nuzzles into the couch fabric, nose wrinkled up and smile all toothy and wide, watching this little nerd get his high on. too bad they don't have a cat or something, those are stupid soft when high. ]
I ain't the one making out with the couch right now, cupcake.
[ which you practically are, d33. it is soft, though, so he's not slighting him for it. instead, mickey's yanking the edge of the coffee table closer, enough he can stretch out an arm and just barely grabbing his pack of cigarettes and his lighter from the edge of it. ]
Nah, I'll be good. More you do this shit, more you get a tolerance for it.
[ also, more you can make sense of your head while high and get sentences out properly. sort of. ] Yo, you know what's fuckin' godly when you're high? Nachos. Want some?
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I ain't the one making out with the couch right now, cupcake.
[ which you practically are, d33. it is soft, though, so he's not slighting him for it. instead, mickey's yanking the edge of the coffee table closer, enough he can stretch out an arm and just barely grabbing his pack of cigarettes and his lighter from the edge of it. ]
Nah, I'll be good. More you do this shit, more you get a tolerance for it.
[ also, more you can make sense of your head while high and get sentences out properly. sort of. ] Yo, you know what's fuckin' godly when you're high? Nachos. Want some?