He pats their back, “That really sounds like something you don’t want, I’m sorry you have to deal with all of that.”
She uncontrollably smiles at them, climbing up to be face to face with them.
“Someone who wants their kid to be a bad one, like the song ‘A kid named Sue’ by Johnny Cash.” He points out.
"It's hard to love many people.." she sniffles
"Hiya." he says, his blue eyes big and sparkly
"I suppose so, but Johnny was just a criminal in his music."
“Let out all of that emotion, love who you love, it’s as simple as that, you aren’t obligated to love anyone.”
Her eyes are a sharp green, piercing and big “H-hey…”
“I mean, he did shoot a man in Rino just to watch him die. I’m happy you introduced me to all this music.”
"Thanks.. hic~ cuz.."
"Why you actin' all nervous? You came to me, silly." he smiles, just laying there, trying to make sure he doesnt make them uncomfy
"I'm glad it was something you wanted to learn about." he leans back, finished with rolling the blunts "Whatcha cookin'?"
“Think nothing of it, you can stay as long as you like, we’re family.”
“No reason… just nervous all of the time, but I’m less nervous around you, which makes me anxious…” She says, lying down more comfortably.
“Soul food, which I learned means something different outside of Hell, I’m making the kind mortals enjoy.” He says, smiling brightly at them.
"Thanks.. So, how long you been a hunter?" she asks, paying for another round
"That.. doesn't make sense.. Why?"
"Oh, thank goodness." he says, stretching out-- toes and fingers splaying-- "The kush is ready, so just waitin' on your delicious cooking."
“Almost 20 years, I started learning back when Unc was a hunter, he’s still a legend to this day.” He graciously takes the round.
“I don’t know… I just… don’t know how to feel I guess…”
“Won’t take much longer, about one more song and then we’ll have a meal and some weed.” He takes off his apron as he waits for the chicken to finish.
"Wow, you're older than I thought-" she's alcohol flushed
"Well, if you just need silence to think about it and figure it out, that's okay."
"Hmmm..." he puts on Poppies by Marcy Playground.
“Yep, I’m about… maybe 30? I started hunting around the age of twelve with Unc teaching me what he could, that’s why I’m so strong and fast. Do you need me to take you home?”
She nods, going silent and beginning to go into her own mind and think.
He begins dancing to the song, not well, he isn’t a good dancer, but certainly enjoying it before pulling out the food, and putting it on a plate in front of them.
“It isn’t good to fly drunk. I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt on your way home, and I’m not too old, I’d say.”
She begins to hum with them, calming back down.
The food is delicious as Don takes one of the blunts, lighting it and beginning to smoke it.
"I don't.. want unc to see me like this.."
"There you go.. that's it, good job.." he smiles, continuing to hum
"Good luck staying on your feet." he says with a smile, eating greedily
He points to a picture in the corner of the cafe, which depicts an unconscious Rag drooling on what remains of a broken table, empty barrels of alcohol surrounding him.
She begins silently muttering to herself about her thoughts and feelings, determining how she feels, truly.
He seems to be taking the slowly rising high like a champ, his eyes changing color as he blows smoke, smiling.
“It isn’t good to fly drunk. I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt on your way home, and I’m not too old, I’d say.”
She begins to hum with them, calming back down.
The food is delicious as Don takes one of the blunts, lighting it and beginning to smoke it.
"I don't.. want unc to see me like this.."
"There you go.. that's it, good job.." he smiles, continuing to hum
"Good luck staying on your feet." he says with a smile, eating greedily
He points to a picture in the corner of the cafe, which depicts an unconscious Rag drooling on what remains of a broken table, empty barrels of alcohol surrounding him.
She begins silently muttering to herself about her thoughts and feelings, determining how she feels, truly.
He seems to be taking the slowly rising high like a champ, his eyes changing color as he blows smoke, smiling.
"Still..I.. I better get home. can you help me?.."
He continues to hum, making sure to block out her words and give her as much privacy as he can.
Make a con check. Zeph finishes the plate and takes it to the sink. He comes back and puts his head in Don's lap, starting his own first blunt.
He holds out a hand to them, putting his drink down “Let’s get you home.”
She eventually stops, getting up and now sitting on top of them “I should… probably go home and get to bed soon. Hope to see you tomorrow, Dew.”
Check or save? Either way 17 or 22. He begins to rub the head of the love of his life, putting his hand to the side of their face.
“It isn’t good to fly drunk. I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt on your way home, and I’m not too old, I’d say.”
She begins to hum with them, calming back down.
The food is delicious as Don takes one of the blunts, lighting it and beginning to smoke it.
"I don't.. want unc to see me like this.."
"There you go.. that's it, good job.." he smiles, continuing to hum
"Good luck staying on your feet." he says with a smile, eating greedily
He points to a picture in the corner of the cafe, which depicts an unconscious Rag drooling on what remains of a broken table, empty barrels of alcohol surrounding him.
She begins silently muttering to herself about her thoughts and feelings, determining how she feels, truly.
He seems to be taking the slowly rising high like a champ, his eyes changing color as he blows smoke, smiling.
"Still..I.. I better get home. can you help me?.."
He continues to hum, making sure to block out her words and give her as much privacy as he can.
Make a con check. Zeph finishes the plate and takes it to the sink. He comes back and puts his head in Don's lap, starting his own first blunt.
He holds out a hand to them, putting his drink down “Let’s get you home.”
She eventually stops, getting up and now sitting on top of them “I should… probably go home and get to bed soon. Hope to see you tomorrow, Dew.”
Check or save? Either way 25 or 28. He begins to rub the head of the love of his life, putting his hand to the side of their face.
She takes his hand, sighing.
"Oh. Well, okay." he smiles up at her. "I'll be here or at my house, so, bye, have a nice night."
Meant save, it's late, sry. Don takes the buzz like a champ, the current one nowhere close to the previous one. Zephyr happily takes the pets, purring deeply.
He begins to lead them back to the cave.
She politely waves as she hops off of them before leaving to go to her own home, scampering off.
“This isn’t anything like the one from before… maybe I’m just used to the high now.” He says with a smile, giving Zephyr a kiss on the head as he continues to pet them.
Thorfinn, as soon as she’s asleep, informs Clem of what’s up, assuming that he is her husband before leaving them. Clem curling around Lilac comfortingly.
He continues to burn through it, taking the kisses and returning as many as he can, making sure to move the blunt out of the way not to burn them.
Thorfinn, as soon as she’s asleep, informs Clem of what’s up, assuming that he is her husband before leaving them. Clem curling around Lilac comfortingly.
He continues to burn through it, taking the kisses and returning as many as he can, making sure to move the blunt out of the way not to burn them.
*same here*
In her sleep she clings to him, smiling stupidly
As he works up a good high, he snickers and gently paws their face, leaving a magic sticky like the old days
*Welp, see you tomorrow.*
He purrs softly, “Sleep, dear, and enjoy every moment.” He softly whispers into her ear, helping her rest.
He doesn’t notice at first, but once he does he smile all the wider, enjoying the high as he giggles slightly, leaning back in his chair.
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*Which is a evil and sexy game, as we all know.*
“Think nothing of it, you can stay as long as you like, we’re family.”
“No reason… just nervous all of the time, but I’m less nervous around you, which makes me anxious…” She says, lying down more comfortably.
“Soul food, which I learned means something different outside of Hell, I’m making the kind mortals enjoy.” He says, smiling brightly at them.
“Almost 20 years, I started learning back when Unc was a hunter, he’s still a legend to this day.” He graciously takes the round.
“I don’t know… I just… don’t know how to feel I guess…”
“Won’t take much longer, about one more song and then we’ll have a meal and some weed.” He takes off his apron as he waits for the chicken to finish.
“Yep, I’m about… maybe 30? I started hunting around the age of twelve with Unc teaching me what he could, that’s why I’m so strong and fast. Do you need me to take you home?”
She nods, going silent and beginning to go into her own mind and think.
He begins dancing to the song, not well, he isn’t a good dancer, but certainly enjoying it before pulling out the food, and putting it on a plate in front of them.
*Cut for Salem.*
“It isn’t good to fly drunk. I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt on your way home, and I’m not too old, I’d say.”
She begins to hum with them, calming back down.
The food is delicious as Don takes one of the blunts, lighting it and beginning to smoke it.
He points to a picture in the corner of the cafe, which depicts an unconscious Rag drooling on what remains of a broken table, empty barrels of alcohol surrounding him.
She begins silently muttering to herself about her thoughts and feelings, determining how she feels, truly.
He seems to be taking the slowly rising high like a champ, his eyes changing color as he blows smoke, smiling.
He holds out a hand to them, putting his drink down “Let’s get you home.”
She eventually stops, getting up and now sitting on top of them “I should… probably go home and get to bed soon. Hope to see you tomorrow, Dew.”
Check or save? Either way 17 or 22. He begins to rub the head of the love of his life, putting his hand to the side of their face.
He begins to lead them back to the cave.
She politely waves as she hops off of them before leaving to go to her own home, scampering off.
“This isn’t anything like the one from before… maybe I’m just used to the high now.” He says with a smile, giving Zephyr a kiss on the head as he continues to pet them.
*Cut for Salem. Yep, just a bit sad. Gtg soon.*
Thorfinn, as soon as she’s asleep, informs Clem of what’s up, assuming that he is her husband before leaving them. Clem curling around Lilac comfortingly.
He continues to burn through it, taking the kisses and returning as many as he can, making sure to move the blunt out of the way not to burn them.
*Welp, see you tomorrow.*
He purrs softly, “Sleep, dear, and enjoy every moment.” He softly whispers into her ear, helping her rest.
He doesn’t notice at first, but once he does he smile all the wider, enjoying the high as he giggles slightly, leaning back in his chair.