[Is it Chuuya’s? Or did he find it and decide to keep it? We’ll never know.
Atsushi manages rather well, and Chuuya takes the pipe from him once he’s exhaled to take a puff for himself.]
Breathe out slow.
[Chuuya inhales, breathing the smoke deep into his lungs before exhaling towards the ceiling. This stuff really is magical, because already Chuuya is feeling more warm and relaxed.]
Not bad. Better than some other stuff I’ve smoked.
[He means cigarettes and cigars, but honestly, Atsushi imagining Chuuya smoking a blunt is kind of hilarious, so he doesn’t elaborate.]
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Atsushi manages rather well, and Chuuya takes the pipe from him once he’s exhaled to take a puff for himself.]
Breathe out slow.
[Chuuya inhales, breathing the smoke deep into his lungs before exhaling towards the ceiling. This stuff really is magical, because already Chuuya is feeling more warm and relaxed.]
Not bad. Better than some other stuff I’ve smoked.
[He means cigarettes and cigars, but honestly, Atsushi imagining Chuuya smoking a blunt is kind of hilarious, so he doesn’t elaborate.]
How do you feel?