with an enormous bag of cheetos beside him on the couch and socked feet propped up on the coffee table in front of him, josh was the very picture of contented relaxation--other than maybe violet, this was a sight only aarin was ever privy to. he’d opened up his laptop with the intention of working on his game only to have gotten sucked into reddit almost an hour ago, and it was aarin walking in the front door that finally recaptured his attention. “i’ve accomplished nothing today,” he said, closing the laptop definitively and leaning forward to grab the rest of a half-smoked joint from earlier. “are you home the rest of the night? we should order a pizza or something. all i ate today was a family-size thing of cheetos, i need real food.” ( @aariins )