reverielogs | [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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...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.

Personal space.

[He says reflexively, though he doesn't move to shrug him off like he usually would. Something about being high made this incredibly more tolerable...]

Mm. I wasn't ever very picky, but I miss good ramen. And takoyaki.

[It's cute that Minato thinks that Kira is even listening to him when those two words come out. If he hears them he doesn't register it or acknowledge it, his arm staying right where it is.]

Mhhh, yeah. These shit ass replicators can't make texture for shit. Any noodles feel a little too soft and kinda gritty? It's fuckin' weird.

[Sighs... he'll tolerate it. This time.]

The broth is always too salty or too bland, too. No balance. No depth of flavor.

...Now I'm even hungrier.

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