Two words, brownies, Sir. || Eric & Raine
Location: Pioneer Square (the place where everything happens) Time: 15 nov @ericmoralez
From some people, Raine just knew they would get enthusiastic when they invited them for pot-brownies. It was a sense of adventure in itself. It wasn’t bad in their eyes, it was actually nice, to be sending your mind on the backseat, and let sensations and chill tell you where to go.
They had not been careful telling everyone about the pot-brownies, certainly not. If they went to jail for it, well, so be it, it was fucking worth it. But they had known Eric would very much appreciate the invitation. So Raine had held one back especially for him, and waited with their back firmly planted against the baking stall owned by Milo. Twirling the pot-brownie with Eric’s name on it - literally - around as they enjoyed looking at the few clouds flying overhead.