[Life was so much easier in Insomnia where getting the good stuff was as easy as just knowing the right former high school classmate, or even by 3 degrees of separation in the social network and 20 minutes of hunting could get you anything from the soft stuff to the type of shit that terrified Prompto to even think about. Now that they were out in the sticks, it was harder, but not impossible. Prompto was pretty easy going and made friends with strangers easily due to his constantly excitable state, and he had tallied a few among those people he knew as at least good for some weed.
His favorite supply often came from the Chocobo Wiz- who dealt in greens far harsher than the standard gysahl, which came as an utter surprise to him to learn that he liked to partake. Grow his own even. No one ever suspected a chocobo keeper to be down in the dirty trade, which afforded a good relationship for fellow bird and toking enthusiasts. Prompto admittedly loved sneaking out to get high with the dude and just wawtching chocobos be chocobos way into the wee hours of the night when the other guys were sleeping. It was his ultimate guilty pleasure.
When he returns from his visit, he's all smiles, a bright yellow feather tucked behind his ear for good luck as he holds up the dime (gil?) bag, shaking it mischievously as he tosses it over to his bestie.]
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His favorite supply often came from the Chocobo Wiz- who dealt in greens far harsher than the standard gysahl, which came as an utter surprise to him to learn that he liked to partake. Grow his own even. No one ever suspected a chocobo keeper to be down in the dirty trade, which afforded a good relationship for fellow bird and toking enthusiasts. Prompto admittedly loved sneaking out to get high with the dude and just wawtching chocobos be chocobos way into the wee hours of the night when the other guys were sleeping. It was his ultimate guilty pleasure.
When he returns from his visit, he's all smiles, a bright yellow feather tucked behind his ear for good luck as he holds up the dime (gil?) bag, shaking it mischievously as he tosses it over to his bestie.]
Just like back in high school!