Hanging out with Sero was a bad idea. You didn't know what you expected but it certainly wasn't this.

You were currently both layed on a cold panel floor, staring up at the ceiling. Your eyes were bloodshot and he held a blunt between two of his fingers.

Maybe next time you'd decline his invitation to hang out. You try say something to him but your words don't seem to reach his ears correctly. You weren't even sure if you said them correctly.

Sero just hums in response, his unfocused eyes still aimed upwards. He brings the blunt to his lips, taking a hit before moving it to you. He still held it in his hand as he held it up to your mouth.