Are you sure this is legal?
“Are you sure this is legal?”
You know it's not.
“pffft, who cares?” Lying beside you, Stretch hands you his joint and you pause before passing it over to Sans. The short skeleton gives you a strange look before his warm phalanges brush over your own, taking the blunt without worry.
“I'm good, I think.” You've never done something like this before, and you're not sure you want to start. You aren't even sure you still want to be here if they're getting high. How the hell skeletons get high off of smoking weed, you haven't a clue.
“ya sure?” Oh yeah, you're sure. You're also pretty sure you want to leave and go see if Cherry’s still at work. Despite being the most irritable of the three of them, you can trust him to not make you feel this kind of guilt when you're uncomfortable around him. With Sans and Stretch you feel obligated to hang out with them because they're your friends. With Cherry, you can just leave if he pisses you off that badly.
“Yeah, I'm gonna split. You guys gonna be okay without me?” The two of them glance at one another then at you as you stand up, brushing yourself off. You smell like smoke and dust, surprisingly enough.
“nah, we’ll be fine, squirt.” Stretch gives you a lazy wave, managing to look completely lost in the haze in the air despite the fact he's only had one puff.
“stay safe, kid. where ya headed anyways?” Sans passes the joint to Stretch and you cough, waving smoke away from your face as Sans makes and a face, apologizing with a, “sorry ‘bout that bud.”
“It's fine. Probably gonna see what Red’s up to, head to Grillby’s while I'm at it.” It's not exactly something the two of them look pleased with, but with a shrug Stretch takes a long draw from the blunt, blowing the smoke away from you. You appreciate his consideration.
“hm. alright, have fun. don't let the red bite.” With a wink from Sans and a laugh from Stretch, you leave the Swap household feeling like you can finally breathe once you get a breath of fresh air.