how they react to weed.
disclaimer i am def writing this while really high and its not proofread sorry for any mistakes
Tony.
You were taking a long hit from the joint you'd just rolled in your room when a sharp, familiar knock sounded at your door. "hey half pint, you in there?" it was tony.
you coughed out of shock, tears streaming from your eyes as your now on-fire throat tortured you from the inside. you gulped down some of the lukewarm water that had been sitting in the plastic bottle on your nightstand for days, and choked out a weak, raspy "what's up?" to the man waiting outside the door.
"are you okay? you sound like you just died." you could hear the concern in his voice, and you snickered.
"not dead, i promise. whatcha want?"
"can i come in?" he asked from outside, slouching against the door. "pleeeease?"
"uhh, okay..gimme a second..." you quickly grabbed your body mist from the dresser and spritzed it as much as you could before letting FRIDAY know that she could open the door.
"hello ha- WOAH does it smell like bud in here." he waved his hand under his nose. "and chemicals too."
your face went pale as he identified the smell, your palms sweating. you began to close in on yourself in anticipation for the loud yelling, as well as the sinking feeling that you'd disappointed the one person who you genuinely wanted the approval of. you opened your mouth to apologize, tears springing to your eyes as you reach out to him to realise he's not there anymore, he's followed his nose to your nightstand drawer and found the lightly smoked joint.
"huh, so that ashtray was you. okay," he said, inspecting it. he looked around for a lighter before looking back at you. "don't look at me like that, did ya think i'd get that angry over weed? only that you're not sharing with me." he found the pink lighter behind your lamp and lit it up. "you know, i used to do this stuff in high school too. i was definitely considered a stoner. maybe a druggie. but i'd like to say stoner." he filled his lungs with the smoke and held it there, then slowly breathed out. his eyes flicked to yours. "the only reason i'm hitting this is because i consider you my child and i trust you wouldn't lace this."