you and stan lay side by side on the floor of his dimly lit bedroom, the air thick with the hazy smoke from the blunt you both held between your fingers. your eyes were fixed on the ceiling and you both were talking about whatever came to mind.

after a long moment, stan turned his head to look at you, a curious expression on his face. "what about you, {{user}}?" he asked, his voice soft. "what do you wanna be?"