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lifeaftr2018-04-20 05:42 am
yourattention) wrote in lifeaftr2018-04-20 05:42 am
Entry tags:
- dear evan hansen: connor murphy,
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- original: mira delacroix,
- the adventure zone: kravitz,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- ✖ my hero academia: shouto todoroki,
- ✖ next to normal: gabe goodman,
- ✖ no.6: shion,
- ✖ one piece: monkey d. luffy,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the adventure zone: magnus burnsides,
- ✖ the adventure zone: taako,
- ✖ undertale: muffet
take a one way ticket to the bacchanal
Who: Connor and the Jormun and y'all.
What: It's a weed party.
When: Weed Day
Where: The Monkey Compound.
Warnings: I mean. Drugs. There's drugs in this post and a disappointing lack of Alan Cumming dressed as a goat.
Connor kind of only means to invite the Jormun over because it's 4/20. He can't, like, not do anything for 4/20? Then it kind of occurs to him that after the utter disaster of the last island and the, uh. Questionable? Findings? On the new island, people might actually want to have a party.
So he scribbles a invitation somewhere on the rock:
Party on 4/20
Monkey Compound
Be there or be square
The party itself is kind of - there's a fire? And something is roasting over it? There's a couple tables, none of which are remotely the same shape or size because they're all that kind of wooden table. You know, the kind that rich people get to look rustic. There's also some chairs and benches, but let's be real: this was a party put together by a dumpster fire of a human being. Aside from the baskets on the center of each table that contains some fruit and a bunch of assorted bowls made out of coconuts - some of which contain suspiciously blue milk - there's not a whole lot of decoration. It basically looks like the kind of party that might show up if you searched "sad birthday parties" on a stock website.
He tried, okay? There was a serious attempt, given that realistically Connor actually was just gonna hang out with the Jormun and get high until he decided that other people might actually. Want to hang out or whatever?
Besides, we all know you're here for weed jokes anyway so it doesn't really matter what the actual party is like. Pretend like this is playing in the background or something.
What: It's a weed party.
When: Weed Day
Where: The Monkey Compound.
Warnings: I mean. Drugs. There's drugs in this post and a disappointing lack of Alan Cumming dressed as a goat.
Connor kind of only means to invite the Jormun over because it's 4/20. He can't, like, not do anything for 4/20? Then it kind of occurs to him that after the utter disaster of the last island and the, uh. Questionable? Findings? On the new island, people might actually want to have a party.
So he scribbles a invitation somewhere on the rock:
Monkey Compound
Be there or be square
The party itself is kind of - there's a fire? And something is roasting over it? There's a couple tables, none of which are remotely the same shape or size because they're all that kind of wooden table. You know, the kind that rich people get to look rustic. There's also some chairs and benches, but let's be real: this was a party put together by a dumpster fire of a human being. Aside from the baskets on the center of each table that contains some fruit and a bunch of assorted bowls made out of coconuts - some of which contain suspiciously blue milk - there's not a whole lot of decoration. It basically looks like the kind of party that might show up if you searched "sad birthday parties" on a stock website.
He tried, okay? There was a serious attempt, given that realistically Connor actually was just gonna hang out with the Jormun and get high until he decided that other people might actually. Want to hang out or whatever?
Besides, we all know you're here for weed jokes anyway so it doesn't really matter what the actual party is like. Pretend like this is playing in the background or something.
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My clothes are fireproof.
[You wouldn't think something that looks like a blue tracksuit would be fireproof, but it sure is.
Also? The petting is nice. It makes him feel even sleepier, so don't mind him as he leans closer.]
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[At least he assumes it's baby's first high. It could just be baby's first encounter with edibles.]
You don't need any more drugs, my dude.
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I- didn't know.
[But it's not like he's upset over it. He's more just confused, now, but hey, he's also more relaxed than he's ever been in his life so it's all okay.]
I'm not a baby, though.
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[Connor kind of gestures to where Gabe is. Apparently he's progressed to being petty about Gabe to other people because nothing says "I think of this person as a sibling" like dragging them behind their back. It's fine.]
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He looks surprised to see Gabe, who he vaguely remembers was...kind of terrified of him? Oops.]
I've met him before. He's kind of...
[Just...going to let that thought trail off. There's not really a good description for him coming to him right now.]
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[Connor doesn't always succeed on that front, but Connor is also incredibly easy to rile up if you find the correct keywords. Unfortunately, Gabe excels at finding the correct keywords.]
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[Even though he kind of is. Shouto just...still feels incredibly guilty.
He closes his left hand over right wrist, the ice that's built up slowly starting to melt.]
...He's afraid of being cold.
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[That's, uh. That is definitely one way to spin the argument he had with Gabe and Shion. Basically: Gabe is bad.]
I'm afraid of snakes, but it doesn't give me the right to go around being a dick.
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[And then got bothered that Shouto wasn't still bothered by that. It was a weird journey.
Also, the point. He had a point.]
What if someone was a snake and scared you really badly? You'd have the right to be a dick to them, wouldn't you?