@txkingmehigh - because this BROTP was destined to be.
He lolls his head to the side looking at her. “I think we need food.” He comments slowly, his eyes half shut with fatigue. He forces himself to sit up on the couch he’s been locked in for about twenty minutes. He thinks on the rules he’d made up the first time they’d smoked together and heaves an indignant sigh. “Maybe we just call Emma-- and she can bring us food.”












