... Hibi-chan. Wouldn't imagine this to be your scene.
(there's still residual smoke leaving his lips, the droopiness of his eyes indicating that the drug is certainly doing its job. he wouldn't think of her as a stalker, not yet, but rather - a person he simply cannot help but to meet ever so often.
his companion, god knows their name, sucks in the smoke, keeps it in their lungs for more time than mikey'd deem possible, before it's back into his hands. well, a last hit. as he did say, shit's strong, and he might as well pace.
the flame of the lighter flickers for a moment before the herb burns, the sound of the water agitation within the bong inaudible, before the smoke enters his lungs.
no subject
(there's still residual smoke leaving his lips, the droopiness of his eyes indicating that the drug is certainly doing its job. he wouldn't think of her as a stalker, not yet, but rather - a person he simply cannot help but to meet ever so often.
his companion, god knows their name, sucks in the smoke, keeps it in their lungs for more time than mikey'd deem possible, before it's back into his hands. well, a last hit. as he did say, shit's strong, and he might as well pace.
the flame of the lighter flickers for a moment before the herb burns, the sound of the water agitation within the bong inaudible, before the smoke enters his lungs.
one. two. leave.)
You want some? What's up?