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[OPEN]I Ain't Seen No Talkin' Snake

» WHO? Sakuya Kira and OPEN
» WHEN? Honestly probably sporadically throughout the month.
» WHERE? Deck 5 hallway
» WHAT? Kira has 7g of weed left he's going to try to burn through, taking anyone along with him that he can.
» WARNINGS? Teens smoking weed, Kira probably hitting on people, bad language ofc. Anything more TBA!!!

[Welp, he got this baggie of weed, so he was going to smoke it. The problem was that Kira only had a few friends on the station, and he wasn't sure who he should call up for this. Venus, sure, but anyone else?

Whatever. He had manage to get the replicators to make him an apple by some miracle or another, and while it was probably not the best tasting apple, that didn't matter. He'd made a bowl with the top of it, poked all the way through it at an angle, and shoved some of the green stuff into the top. He had to get it started before he started scoping out potential smoking buddies though, and so Kira took a seat against the wall, having to shift as his four black wings manifested behind him.

What he wouldn't give for a lighter.

Without one though, he was his own source of flame, and he lit the end of his thumb, using that to get in a couple of puffs, until the smoke seemed to be flowing through well enough. Good, he's still got it. Whatever 'it' was.

He took a long drag, just... absorbing it as he holds his breath, his head rolling back and resting against the metal wall of the hallway before he let out the plume of smoke with a content sigh. When he finally heard someone else coming along, he gave a devilish grin, like you might expect from Lucifer, his four black feathered wings curling around him so that they took up less space behind his back as he held out the apple.]

Hey bud. I'm gonna need some help gettin' through all of this.

[He didn't care WHAT you looked like. Anyone on the station could probably use some chill, right? Sure.]

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[Kira watches on in anticipation as he lights his thumb up once more, lighting the bowl on the top of the apple to allow Minato to get a hit. This was the best part. Newbies always looked like fools, since most of them were not used to smoking, and it left them a coughing mess that turned their faces red. It was hilarious.

And Kira wasn't gonna miss a second of it.]

[Minato was a pretty calm and collected kind of guy, his composure not cracking all too often, as Kira surely would've noticed by now during their time as neighbors. So, when he takes his hit, the extreme coughing fit has him doubling over and pressing a hand against his mouth, face going red and tears streaming down his eyes. He wheezes and sputters a little more, and when he stands back up straight he looks borderline offended, not to mention all ruffled up.]

That... is nasty.

[Understatement.]

[Kira's eyes light up as he smiles, watching as Minato struggles with his very first hit ever. He waits for him to stop coughing so much before patting his back a couple times.]

There there, everyone's first hit is like that, kiddo.

[He gives the guy a crooked smile before holding a hand out to accept the apple which he was sure Minato wanted to be rid of now.]

Maybe I'll make you an edible sometime. Don't worry about it.

[Yeah, Minato's gonna toss that apple right back at him like a hot potato, except a lot more delicately than that because he wasn't rude, and he's pretty sure that's about it for his weed experiment. Once was enough of this disgusting plant.]

Maybe.

[He affirms back, because he wasn't even sure if this was going to be a fun experience at all or not yet. So far not so good, and he hadn't even gotten to the high part yet.]

How long does it take...? I won't have to do it again, will I?

[Y'know, it occurs to him that before he did this, he should've asked how long does it last. Oops.]

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[Kira catches it with more ease than one might expect from someone who was definitely high as he was. He licked at his lips, lighting up his thumb once more to take another drag from the apple.

He was quiet as he did so, taking his time and enjoying it before letting it out. He's polite enough to again turn his head away so that he's not blowing smoke directly at Minato.]

Truth be told, it's different for everyone, but smoking it is pretty quick. Some people only need a single hit, some need more. I just like more.

[Questions unasked don't get answers, Minato!]

You let me know what you feel, yeah?

I can't imagine I'll need much more if I haven't ever tried before.

[He plops himself down next to Kira, pulling one headphone off his ear to listen to him better.]

Sure.

[Any time now, probably...?]

So... wings?

[Probably. Kira wasn't really counting down the seconds or anything, and while it'd be lovely to have someone to smoke with him, honestly he was just happy to have company.]

Fuckin'. Wings.

[Kira laughs at that, his head thrown back a little in his amusement. What was he amused by? Wings???]

Don't got a lighter, gotta have them out if I wanna use fire magic to light this shit!

Fair enough.

[Well, he wasn't gonna press the matter too hard. He was kind of curious what exactly Kira had wings for, but if he didn't offer the information, it's possible he didn't want to share it.

His eyes feel kind of heavy. Did his eyes always feel this heavy?]

They're nice wings.

[It's more likely that Kira was high and not a sparkling conversationalist at the time. Though he did tend to ramble while high too, it was just a flip of the coin.]

Thanks! They're unique. No one else has four.

I try to keep them nice. You wanna touch 'em?

[They were just feathers. Not particularly soft or anything either, but his wings were sensitive and touching them felt nice as long as he didn't hurt them.]

...Yeah, sure.

[Minato looks up curiously, pushing himself to his feet. He hesitates for a moment, looking at Kira, before reaching out to run his fingers over the feathers.

Oh. The texture was... really nice...]

Can you fly?

[Minato just keeps running his hands gently over the feathers, enamored and fixated. Meanwhile, in his head, he's still wondering when he's gonna feel high, the silly boy.]

[Ahhh, that was nice. He honestly hadn't had anyone touch his wings in millenia. Kira actually just smiled as though he were getting a massage, his wings moving a little to find a comfortable spot to settle.]

Yeah. I mean, not that there's room to here, but I can.

[He wasn't sure if he cared to though. It was nice to have the upwards mobility in a fight but otherwise EH. What was in the sky for him?]

Can you?

Once.

[He replies, without thinking, still running his hands through and preening Kira's feathers. His eyes are heavy and red, and he's starting to feel a bit hungry, but right now, he was super focused on the prickly yet soft texture of the feathers.]

Your feathers are so... soft. Yet rough. And fluffy, sometimes. Underneath.

[Yessss good. Kira is loving it, and would not tell Minato to stop.]

Once... Like you used to be able to or you only did it once?

[He isn't meaning to pry, he's just curious as to which meaning he had. Angels couldn't lose their wings and stay sane, but who knows? This guy could have been a flying boy once upon a time and lost it.]

Ahh, crazy, considering how many battles they've seen.

I only did it once.

[Normally he'd be very shut lipped about things about himself, but he was feeling weirdly... loose? Like the words were just tumbling out before he had the chance to determine whether or not he thought it was a good idea. Was the weed working now...? If it was, it sure should stop, because if he was unable to properly maintain a filter, that'd be unfortunate.]

What kind of battles?

[Good, a distraction!!]

[Neat! Kira imagines that someone that isn't able to fly usually getting a chance to is an interesting situation.]

Ah, like. Ancient battles, fought with fire and steel. Blood staining the fields of Elysium... Brother against brother; a terrible war. Once and again and forever after.

[It was hard to describe to someone who didn't already know, who didn't live through it. It was horrific and remembering it while he was high kind of hurt his head. The way that he had torn other angels apart, and how other angels had done the same, until Micheal had gotten that hit in on him and he had ordered a retreat.

And it continued on for so long. Maybe now it could end, more or less, but he couldn't know.]

Sorry, it's not fun to talk about it. Don't worry about it!

Sorry. Sounds rough. We don't have to talk about it.

[A loose feather comes away from Kira's wings as he preens them, and in a moment of spontaneity, Minato tucks the feather behind his ear. Fashionable!]

I always thought being high would be a more intense experience. I can't even tell if I am or not. I think I am??

Eh, it's whatever. It's all over now, so I'm feeling pretty good!

[He shakes his wings a little when the one loose feather comes free, not bothered at all. It was comfortable being tended to like he was a big pet bird. Didn't bother him at all.]

Then you probably are! It's not real intense with just weed. I mean if you work on it you can make it an intense kinda thing but like. Mostly you need other things to mix with it if you really wanna detach from reality for a bit.

Is it normal to be acutely aware of your clothes?

[It was like he could feel every fiber and thread, and it was a little bit freaky.]

Also, I'm hungry. And sleepy.

Yeah all of that is pretty normal.

[Kira laughed a little at that. Yeah, pretty normal. Of course it was different every time, what a person might manage to focus on, but it was not unheard of to really feel what you are wearing.]

We should... get snacks. And then nap, maybe. That'd be nice, yeah.

[Minato was big on textures, apparently. This was his life now.]

Yes. Exactly. You understand.

[Not like Kira was gonna judge. He liked to ramble about philosophy while high. It was a problem sometimes.]

Hell yeah I do. Nothin' as good as snacking and napping after a good smoke. Wanna come with and help me choose what snacks to get?

[It takes a moment, but eventually Kira gets to his feet, offering a hand to Minato.]

Not that we have a lot of choices, but sure.

[He takes the hand and hoists himself upwards.]

Erika taught me how to make something that basically tastes like popcorn. It's... okay. Better than most things here.

Fuck yes, popcorn!

[Salty snacks are great, and if it was even kind similar to popcorn in texture that'd be great. A lil crunchy, salty and buttery...]

You should show me how to do it too!

Alright.

[He will show you how to make the Cronch (tm).]

Let's go.

[Now that they're high together they are officially Good Friends, and so he will come along with Minato, except that he's going to reach out to wrap an arm around his shoulders, leaning in against him as they went.]

What kinda snacks did you do back on earth, usually?

I kinda miss chocolates, honestly.

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