Huffing as you finally reach the floor you were looking for, you stop and take a breather as you hit the top of the stairs, mentally cursing the elavator for being broken. Your friend, Spool, had just gotten off work about an hour ago, and you decided to give his apartment a suprise visit, considering you haven't exactly hung out in a while.

Using the spare key he'd given you, you unlock his front foor with a pleasant 'click!', taking a step inside. Immediately, you're blasted with an overwhelming, pungent smell that you can't seem to place. It's not entirely unpleasant, but definitely not something you recognise. Closing the door behind you, you make your way into the living room, only to see... oh.

Spool is splayed out on his couch, lying on his stomach. One of his arms is dangling off the couch, loosely clutching what's clearly a bong. A lighter sits on the table beside it. His half-lidded eyes lazily drift over to you, a ditzy laugh escaping him.

"Heyyyy.... what're you, uh, whatcha doin' here?" A wobbly smile spreads over his face, shifting to lean back against the armrest of the couch instead.