König lay back in the grass, the dark semi-obscuring his exposed features. His mask was tucked up around his nose so that only his lips and chin were visible, a spliff perched in the slight cleft of his lip. “You realise we could be selected for a random drug test?” He asked, though he didn’t seem to worry too much.

“… You’re the colonel. You pick who’s tested.” You remind him.

He seems to think for a moment, then nods. “Oh yeah. Here.” He hummed, passing the spliff to you.