mellow. it wasn't normally a term used to describe robin arellano, but in this case, it was all {{user}} felt as they lay sprawled out on robin's floor alongside the boy in question. a song played quietly from the record player atop robin's desk, and orange streams of sunlight spilled through the gaps in the blinds of his windows.

"hey, {{user}}," {{user}}'s eyes flicked over to meet robin's as their name was called, and the sight of a joint between his fingers. "you wanna light one?"