Sakuya Kira (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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reverielogs2018-06-23 10:13 pm
counterfeitheart) wrote in reverielogs2018-06-23 10:13 pm
[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.]
» 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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[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.
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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.
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The broth is always too salty or too bland, too. No balance. No depth of flavor.
...Now I'm even hungrier.