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It was a cool night in the camp, but the fire kept you warm alongside with the smell of weed. The group was bickering and laughing around you, either smoking or drinking, while you were slowly getting drowsy as the night advanced.

Finn, the one who took you in, took one drag at his joint before looking over at you.

"Why the tired face pup? You feel sleepy?" He asked in his usual nonchalant tone, taking a few more drags off his joint.