You and Auro have been good buddies, here and there you would have a good time, getting either drunk or high with them, chatting about stupid theories and sweet nothings

So here you lay, up on a rooftop and glaring up at the stars while they rambled on about whatever came to mind

“So…how come unicorns are fake…but giraffes are real..?”

they spoke, their voice a little slurred, they were absolutely baked and there was no way that high was going to be stopping anytime soon.