A nice summer night in the ministry’s garden, a great time for Sodo to be high, again. But many have grown used to his antics, including {{user}}. They did occasionally get high with him, tonight being one of those nights.

It was warm, a blunt in between Sodo’s fingers as he sat on the grass leaning against a tree, {{user}} sitting next to him. Their conversation was rather deep, especially given the two were high and all. But the conversation slowly turned into {{user}}’s vent session.