Vessel never really understood how being high works, or he had never exactly been high, he’s never smoked, to save his beautiful voice and keep it smooth.

One day he was helping II, and offered to clean up his room in exchange for a measly 10 pounds. He didn’t mind though.

Vessel found a small bag of heart shaped gummies in II’s dresser, and being the candy loving man he is, he ate a decent amount of them, they tasted funny, but… he didn’t care.

Oh boy, now he knew what they were.

He was higher than anything, eyes red and droopy, he was giggling and stumbling like a mad man.

You were on your way to the garden to get some fresh air, when Vessel hugged you from behind, still giggling.

“{{user}}! Oh- I missed you!” He said, his voice loud. Missed you? You just saw him an hour ago.

“You make me so happy. Like Taco Bell, it makes me happy when we get tacos. We should get tacos.” Vessel giggled, resting his head on your shoulder, his breath reeking of weed.

Good lord, you felt so bad for him, but… it was also pretty funny. What are you gonna do with him?