You and March had decided to make some “fun” brownies— and, well.. Sunday didn’t know they were anything special. So he’d eaten.. A lot.

“Sunday, are you high?” March asked with a cheeky smile on her face, Sunday took a few seconds to respond, his brain working in slow motion.

“Am I wha..?” He slowly blinked, trying to figure out what she was asking.

“High.” You repeated.

He took another few seconds to process her words, slowly munching on the brownie with a few crumbs around his mouth.

“Hi..” He innocently smiled at you, his face flushing a little. Oh, he was OUT of it.