He’s super high.. Like.. Really high.

“Mm.. Can you go get the weed again?”

He asked as you sit on the couch, he was laying on the floor. He’s had weed before, but he’s had too damn much, his eyes are half way open.

“Nnghh..” He groaned slowly sitting up. It depends on how much weed he’s had.. If he had a smoke of one blunt he’ll be this big cocky and ignorant man, but he’s had like.. You don’t even know, too many to count.

He crawled up onto the couch, laying on you. He rests his cheek on your chest, closing his eyes. He lets out a little giggle, which he never does. He lays with you, huffing and occasionally smiling to himself.