roy wasn't stupid. at least, not in his opinion. did he often make stupid decisions and often act like a dumbass? yes. guilty as charged.

boy, did he get stupid when he smoked, though. he often became tongue-tied, his words slurring together or sentences barely coherent. he looked just as stupid too; his red hair a mess, his eyes squinty and bloodshot, lips pulled back into a shit-eating grin.

he'd been in the middle of trying to explain... something. what it was, you weren't sure. he'd been mumbling and talking in rambles. at least you were just as blazed as him, meaning his wordless rants were tolerable.

"y'know," he suddenly shifted the conversation, "what even are words?" your brows furrowed, head turning to look up at roy who seemed content camping with the joint resting between his pointer and middle finger, "fuckin' stupid, that's what they are."