Disgaea, Hour of Uprising
Interlude 3: weed.
Pittoo sat on the porch, smoking from a blunt. He had found an overgrown patch of cannabis out in the woods. It was taking up pretty much half of the circular space Pittoo had found it in. Palutena soon found him sitting there, smoking cannabis. “Pittoo, what’re you doing?” She asked. ‘Smokin’ weed,” Pittoo responded, taking other puff. “Why?” “Well, you sealed up the entrance to the freezer, so this is pretty much what I do now. Plus, it’s a bit calming.” Palutena sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose in a tiny amount of annoyance. ‘Well, at least it’s better then shoving yourself into a -40 degree room for hours on end.” Pittoo laughed. He didn’t really know why he thought it was funny, but it was, somehow. Maybe the weed was kicking in or something. Palutena shot Pittoo a look. “Pittoo, there’s nothing funny about that.” Pittoo just kept giggling. “Pittoo, i’m serious. Nothing’s funny about that.” Pittoo spoke in between laughs. “Haha, yeah yeah I know. It’s just... hehehehehehehe... Sorry, sorry...” Palutena was a bit irritated at his giggling. Pittoo took another puff, finally managing to calm down enough to stop laughing. “Hey, you wanna try some of this stuff?” Pittoo offered. Palutena scoffed. “Please. I’m not that irresponsible.” “Says the lady who drinks herself silly every weekend.” “.... Grrr... good point,” Palutena said, reaching for one of Pittoo’s blunts. “So do I just light one end of this?” “Yeh, yeh. I think that’s how it’s supposed to work.”