[ PERCEPTION (SMELL): Before you hear the sound of approaching steps on the cobblestone ground, the alluring aroma of cannabis curls into your nostrils. ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Oh yeah, that's the good stuff brother. There are harder things in life, but none as calming. This is a person to be trusted. INLAND EMPIRE: She really does want to help, her eyes far kinder than that of the statue's cold pity. ]
Yes, please. [ He reaches out his hand, blood faintly smeared across his palm and more trying to escape the small little cuts. ] I was just trying to rescue her. Should have worn gloves.
[ Not that he has any. He misses the yellow ones the fake gardener gave to him, before she turned out to be the most calculating of all professions: a lawyer. ]
420 what're you smokin
ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Oh yeah, that's the good stuff brother. There are harder things in life, but none as calming. This is a person to be trusted.
INLAND EMPIRE: She really does want to help, her eyes far kinder than that of the statue's cold pity. ]
Yes, please. [ He reaches out his hand, blood faintly smeared across his palm and more trying to escape the small little cuts. ] I was just trying to rescue her. Should have worn gloves.
[ Not that he has any. He misses the yellow ones the fake gardener gave to him, before she turned out to be the most calculating of all professions: a lawyer. ]