Stoner Conversations [Mathilde | Inv] Apr 23, 2017 19:23:37 GMT
Post by KUM0 on Apr 23, 2017 19:23:37 GMT
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| Stonewall Botanical Gardens, Naruki City.|
Human Activity: Tame
Staring up at an orange sky, Kum0 blinked almost lazily at a couple of passing clouds. His jet black hair sat, tied into a neat pony tail, like a slumbering cat on his back, un moving as he lowered his head down from his little trance and once again perused his environment. He'd stumbled his way across some sort of fancy park, how he got here was something he was still trying to figure out as he'd only just stumbled across this city only a few hours ago. Intel had yet to inform him about this new town which meant the mod soul was literally sight seeing for the very first time.
He'd come across a shady character with a rather large trenchcoat on his way here, the man seemed surprised to see him and offered him what he called 'the best shit this town had to offer', before offering him what seemed to be 5 white pens, pressed tightly on either end and inside a transparent food bag. Before Kum0 could say anything the trenchcoat was already on his way muttering something about how he would thank him later and how he was always around the nearest dark alley or something.
His eyes fell on the bag, which was now sat on a little secluded stone table he'd found nearby. As his fingers moved to touch one of the pens it felt papery and soft between his fingers, like there was something wrapped inside. Placing a pen to his lips the mod soul super heated one end with his lips before turning it around and taking a long drag from the other end.
There was no hacking cough, no bursts or heaving, a perk of not being limited by organic biology he supposed as he drew a few more drags. A sinking sensation beginning to tease his senses as his mind began to slow down, at first this caused the mod soul to go on edge, assuming that he'd been poisoned, but slowly that feeling faded. . . .replaced by what he could only term as a strange feeling of euphoria.
Wooooooahhhhh. . .
His vision grow slightly blurry, his boy beginning to sway slightly as he surrendered slight inhibition to this strange feeling that was slowly overtaking his body. Out of the corner of his eye he could swear he saw the dancing of shadows and the moving of . . . . something as it danced on the edge of his vision, the snapping of twigs alerting him to some movement nearby.
Putting the joint between his lips, the mod soul allowed himself a few more drags despite the situation pointing to the fact that he was clearly not alone. Not that it was going stop him anyway. . . .
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