Disco Inferno

Knightly tip, do not have sex in the lake… your armor will rust and you won’t be able to leave the lake… in other news, may I borrow some WD40

"apparently that movie has a bunch of references to welsh folklore that goes all over my head" he turns on the tv and sets it to play on the streaming service. "Im so glad I'm allowed to watch this movie in English."

"i don't think i mew that!" Meu admitted, knowing very little of Human Folklore to start with. She settled into the couch, unable to keep herself from smiling as she heard the opening theme. "what do mew mean allowed??"

He turns to her fully deadpan. "Oh yeah my Bro didn't allow me to watch anything other than cartoons in Japanese. No subs. It's how i learned Japanese."

"it's funny how every single movie has left my mind." He continues to scritch her head, encouraged by the purring. "Maybe ghibli."

The kitty troll lets a loud breath out through her nose, completely relating to the... performance anxiety of getting to know someone new. "it's b33n a little too long since i've s33n howl's mewving castle?" Meulin offered, though it was not the first choice that came to mind.

"apparently that movie has a bunch of references to welsh folklore that goes all over my head" he turns on the tv and sets it to play on the streaming service. "Im so glad I'm allowed to watch this movie in English."

Dave absentmindedly started petting her head right between her horns. "Care for a movie of some kind? Anime maybe?"

Meu started purring instinctively, not particularly surprised by this turn of events. "i could go fur eifur! do mew have a purreferance fur one ofur the ofur?"

"it's funny how every single movie has left my mind." He continues to scritch her head, encouraged by the purring. "Maybe ghibli."

"how much is left? I'm good." He slowly stands up and puts himself on the couch. "Fuck yeah cozy."

"mew mean, how much w33d is left?" Meu tilted her head, pulling in a slow hit. She cleared the bowl, doing her best not to inhale any ash in the process. "i prrrought plenty, but i'm good too." The kitty troll grinned, closing her eyes for a moment (in a very feline matter).

Dave absentmindedly started petting her head right between her horns. "Care for a movie of some kind? Anime maybe?"

"we're specifically talking about my brain meat." He takes another hit although at this point the lightweight is fully in outer space. He makes sure to choke on the exhale one last time just to really seal the deal.

Meu scrunched up her nose, reflexively. "3333.... prrrain meat is not a pawleasant imewge??" Meulin felt herself start to squint, decently high and appreciating the swirls of smoke - hell if stopped her from reaching out so that she might take another hit.

"how much is left? I'm good." He slowly stands up and puts himself on the couch. "Fuck yeah cozy."

"you ever like make your own clothes or anything?" He makes grabby hands for the pipe. "Sewing does not come with good memories for my ass."

"nah, nefur don'e a prrroject that big! have mew?" Meulin passes him the bowl, first making sure there was at least one hit left. "do mew mean fur mew or purr ass spawfically??" the kitty troll let her face twist in an over-dramaticized sense of confusion.

"we're specifically talking about my brain meat." He takes another hit although at this point the lightweight is fully in outer space. He makes sure to choke on the exhale one last time just to really seal the deal.

"music, martial arts. The farm." He stroked his chin. I didn't know you sewed. Or swam for that matter."

The kitty troll giggled at her immediate pun "mewrtial arts hehe." She covered her mouth, an old habit that still lingered. "yep!! not like.. purrfessionally fur eifur, but to fix buttons and little things like that!"

"you ever like make your own clothes or anything?" He makes grabby hands for the pipe. "Sewing does not come with good memories for my ass."

"shit no you're right it's like the same thing." He ends up sliding off the box and squatting in front of her. Why he didn't just sit next to her or sit on the floor was beyond them both. "So besides shmocking. Remind me what you like to do?" He knew he'd asked her before but he couldn't remember.

Meulin squinted at Dave, unsure of why he chose to melt off his seat. Was that... comfortable? "schmocking? what the furrick is that... mocking? i do like that furrom time to time. i pawlso like reading, writing, swimming, sewing... how about mew?" The kitty troll felt like this was a fairly generic answer to a question that seemed familiar. She bit the inside of her cheek and repacked her bowl.

"music, martial arts. The farm." He stroked his chin. I didn't know you sewed. Or swam for that matter."

"some friend of a friend offered me dabs. I don't remember hating it, but I guess i never saw the point. Seemed like a lot of work. Plus it's like super processed and it's kinda scary not knowing what's in it. I mean I guess flower is just as able to get laced as anything else but there's something grounding about flower." He leans back, almost falling over before catching himself. "I'm not a big enough smoker to yap about terpenes and strains and all that shit. Or whatever the hell shatter even is."

"i like it pawlright, just remempurr coughing so hard i had to exclawse myself." Meulin took a hit as thoughtfully as a troll could, then returning it to her new friend. "i agr33, takes a lot of work and i pawlso don't think stonepurrs and open flames are a good combo. dead ass." She nodded, another point she agreed on. "i agr33 but that might have sooommeeething to do with mewsing it on a near daily basis." Meu shrugged. "i thought shatter was dabs...? frrrick." She keeps the bowl a moment, catching him slip out of the corner of her eye.

"shit no you're right it's like the same thing." He ends up sliding off the box and squatting in front of her. Why he didn't just sit next to her or sit on the floor was beyond them both. "So besides shmocking. Remind me what you like to do?" He knew he'd asked her before but he couldn't remember.

"i used to be self conscious about choking on it till i heard that." He idly tapped different rhythms with his fingers on the cajon. Realizing he still had the bowl he took another quick hit then passed it back.

"i am sometimes self clawncious about it, one of the mewn reasons i don't smoke dabs." Meulin admitted, preferring to stick with flower and joints. The kitty troll accepted her bowl, not noticing Dave accidentally took it a while longer. "pawlso just too strong fur me!! how about mew?"

"some friend of a friend offered me dabs. I don't remember hating it, but I guess i never saw the point. Seemed like a lot of work. Plus it's like super processed and it's kinda scary not knowing what's in it. I mean I guess flower is just as able to get laced as anything else but there's something grounding about flower." He leans back, almost falling over before catching himself. "I'm not a big enough smoker to yap about terpenes and strains and all that shit. Or whatever the hell shatter even is."