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Headcanon: Blaise doesn't like waking up in the morning, and often struggles to be motivated to crawl out of bed and get ready for the day, so RJ sings this to him and plays with his hair to wake him up gently instead of blasting an alarm.
The Dawning of the Age of Aquarius || RJ&Blaise || Dirty Hippie Verse
RJ had started taking the bus to St. Paul, lingering around the buildings and finding things to do in the warmer months. It got him out of the house and he got plenty of exercise just walking around. Often, he'd see protesters campaigning in front of the State Capitol Building, and he's usually go check out what people had to say. He wasn't largely political, but he liked to hear about what was going on since he couldn't exactly watch the news at his house. Someone explained to him that they were lobbying for marijuana legalization when he asked. RJ didn't quite understand why anyone would be making such a big deal out of it, people who smoked weed always just got it from their dealers and there wasn't much of a problem, but he shrugged and listened. A woman began talking about how her son had seizures and needed marijuana, and how a congressman had told her just to buy it off the streets. RJ felt bad for the kid but could see the congressman's point. He was about to leave, but the crowd grew very angry all of a sudden, and police moved in out of seemingly nowhere to contain the crowd. A circle of uniforms formed around the protesters and RJ and he quickly began to panic. He wasn't involved in this and he just wanted to get away.
"Hey!" He exclaimed, more than a bit frightened as some of the lobbiers approached the cops aggressively. He ran towards one of the cops, hoping they'd part for him, but instead a black baton lifted in the air. RJ's worn sneakers skidded on the ground as he tried to stop and change direction, but the baton came down hard on him and he fell, feeling the kicks of the cop and now the protesters to his face and body before he blacked out.
When he came to, he was laying on some grass, unsure, in the shade, how much time had passed. He was groggy, and tried to sit up, but his head was throbbing like the pounding of waves on a shore.
"Ugh..." He groaned.
