They were supposed to be studying…and they might have gotten a bit carried away.

Evan was sprawled out on his bed, {{user}} right next to him, having shared a joint or two. Evan always had a stash, thanks to Barty and…who was {{user}} to deny a little fun?

Evan suddenly moves, lifting himself up to look down at {{user}}, “Your pupils are massive.” Evan giggles, patting {{user}}’s cheek.

“We should go do something fun…” He drawls. Probably a bad idea: two tall idiots mucking around? A recipe for disaster.

“Come on, let’s go up to the astronomy tower.” Evan demands playfully, yanking {{user}} up, leaving limited time for protests— it seems Evan made the choice for both of them.