( ❀ — ❝ mmh, truer words, friend, ❞ sulley hums in wholehearted agreement as he carefully plucks the pineapple-flavored joint ( his flavor selection, of course ) from his new companion’s offering hand, ❝ don’t think they’ve ever been spoken. ❞ a lopsided grin flashes across glistening features, lifts high toward cheekbones faintly freckled by rain, and bloodshot gaze flickers briefly, admiring, across the fire toward the roommate in question. he’d lived here at the co-op long enough now — admittedly just a few weeks now, but he’s acclimated so quickly it feels like he could’ve been here a lifetime — to say with certainty that she’s right. magenta is a babe. all of his roommates are, if he’s being honest. and not just physically, either, but mentally, spiritually, creatively. as he lifts the joint back to an ever-present smile for a puff, he refocuses his hazy attention on cameron. ❝ emerald rain, ❞ he repeats dreamily, and maybe it’s the sativa they’ve been smoking but that sounds absolutely magical a vision. ❝ what a sweet thing t’do — an’ now you’ve got a lil’ piece of seattle, of our home t’take back to california with you! somethin’ to remember us by… oh, y’know what else? i can send ya back with a lil’ bit of seattle bud too, dependin’ on how you’re travelin’. ❞
if he’d been blushing before, surely it can’t compare to the rosy hue that floods rain-dappled cheeks with warmth as she points out as much to him. a bashful laugh tumbles forward in a cloud of smoke as he she pokes at the flushed skin while he’s taking another pull and he holds the swiftly dwindling joint back out to her, trying to keep his fit of giggles from devolving into a fit of smoky coughs. it proves difficult, especially as she takes a stab at recalling his name. ( in her defense, she’d likely only heard it in passing from aiden, never from an actual introduction. ) in between the choking and the laughter, he manages to muster up a nod because, okay, almost. ❝ so close, ❞ he says, holding up his index finger and his thumb no more than a few centimeters apart for emphasis. ❝ so close. right number a’ syllables an’ right first letter, so i’m gonna give it t’you. i’m sulley. an’ it’s a pleasure t’meet you, cameron. ❞
“You’re all the sweetest...” telling him a little lower if it was even to herself or to him too could be up for debate. “I’ll Never say no to that. By air. Good thing I’m checking my luggage.” Cameron says, a smile once again creeping slowly. The overwhelming kindness she’d been experiencing while here was intoxicating, a whole other kind of thrill that even when in the back of her mind told her it was only temporary and to not get too comfortable, but she was in it. So embrace it. “I’ll double it up, socks and into the vase?” asking because well, this would be her technically second trip on a plane at all. Having watched others from unmade beds bundle in the socks before they took off to the airport, it’s what she’d guessed was the way to go.
“Sulley...” she said his name, taking the joint from his fingers again. His giggles impossible not to giggle right back at, that initial couple hits doing their thing and she felt loose all over again, airy. Her palms pressed against her knee and she leaned her chin upwards to take another hit, “What’d you do out here, you know if not—” she laughed before she could get the words out, and in turn blew out the smoke far too early, “if not me. Or Aiden.”
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