Ugh, shut up, [he huffs as soon as he catches his breath, feeling blessed that Prompto doesn't have his camera for precisely that reason. The last thing he needs is documentation of his level one toking abilities; he already has to live with the shame of knowing that, for at least the first few smoke sessions, he'd needed Prompto to thumb the damn choke for him. Those were dark times, dark times indeed.
Anyway, at least they can agree on one thing: music would be incredible right now. Noctis takes his next hit- much more smoothly this time- and holds it in through his reply:]
I know, right?
[Seriously, what he wouldn't give for a tune to just eeeease him right into chillsville. There's always their phones, but... He eyes the tent. What a drag. He'll figure something out, just... Just give him a minute.
He passes the pipe back before settling himself back into a comfortable position, sinking into his chair and letting his head drop back against the headrest as he finally gives in to the burn in his chest and exhales. Watching the smoke curl toward the sky, he can't help but appreciate what a good night they'd picked for this- it's crystal clear, and while that is true more often than not it feels different now that he's really getting the chance to enjoy it. Even the murderous crickets are kind of nice.
He folds his hands over his stomach and lets his eyes slip closed, already feeling about 200% more relaxed even if he hasn't reached Peak High yet. Won't be long now.]
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Anyway, at least they can agree on one thing: music would be incredible right now. Noctis takes his next hit- much more smoothly this time- and holds it in through his reply:]
I know, right?
[Seriously, what he wouldn't give for a tune to just eeeease him right into chillsville. There's always their phones, but... He eyes the tent. What a drag. He'll figure something out, just... Just give him a minute.
He passes the pipe back before settling himself back into a comfortable position, sinking into his chair and letting his head drop back against the headrest as he finally gives in to the burn in his chest and exhales. Watching the smoke curl toward the sky, he can't help but appreciate what a good night they'd picked for this- it's crystal clear, and while that is true more often than not it feels different now that he's really getting the chance to enjoy it. Even the murderous crickets are kind of nice.
He folds his hands over his stomach and lets his eyes slip closed, already feeling about 200% more relaxed even if he hasn't reached Peak High yet. Won't be long now.]