@blodsabre // starter
dagga, one puff, t w o p u ff - motherfucking jungle boy, damn right he had his advantages. knowledge of the great green’s depths, he’d conquered the rook islands. but who wanted to live in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere ?
- um , excuse you ?? he did. you see, this place had a lot to offer - spliff wise. growing up with citra had its advantages, for the witch had taught him all kinds of drug-inducing concoctions. blessed, really, his pirates would be stuck on the low buzz cannabis were it not for him. that, and he had a quality connection with dr. in and out - the connection being a gun cocked to the trip’s head, along with the odd joke between two junkies but it’s whatever man, all he cared for right now was the high he was chasing because of his perfect little creation.
emerald hues vacant, glazed over but he blinks at the unusual sound that seems to rumble throughout his room. it’s happened before, one of those cocksuckers had let a tiger slip into the compound as a joke but you know what’s not funny ? striding into it at four in the fucking morning when you need to take a piss. nevertheless, he takes another puff and pushes himself from the bed, towards the door. it leads him down a set of stairs and into the shit-scented air of the compound. there was nothing there, but he heard it again, ‘round the corner of the front’s brick wall this time. approaching, he calls out.
“ ay, carlos ? I swear to fuck hermano if that’s you I’m gonna beat the - ”
he halted, hard on the spot, eyes wide - amplified by surrounding, sickly darkened skin. index finger and thumb tightened their hold on his spliff, shoulders tensing at the sight before him. truly, he didn’t quite know what to make of it. the creature, standing but a few feet away, resembled one of those prehistoric pussies, you know the ones ? with the huge ass teeth ? drowsy gaze flickers down to the spliff and he blinks.
“ goddamn that is some heavy shit. ”
