#redjennering

Send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive.

   "Oh, dear...I'm afraid I don't even know you that well." Not a particularly new thing for Quistis, of course, considering her past as a popular figure at the Garden, but still...

sinisternocturne​ // redjennering​

He can't quite call this place a home, yet, but he's warming up to it anyway. Home is movement, home is sailing, home is nakama. This stagnant little hut standing stark and proud in one of the more dangerous sectors is just a place to crash in. 

And smoke in, apparently. The dealer at the other end of the sector was practically giving this stuff away. 

First bowl's always free, he said. Shit's so good you'll be coming back for more for sure, he said. Sure, whatever-yoi, Marco said.

Good thing it wasn't anything heavier. He'd seen stuff like this and stuff that'll put one on their ass for days back in the Grand Line. Place was full of dangerous things to ingest and to smoke, and pirates often got creative. It was something he'd liked to do when there was down time, so curiosity overtakes him. 

How well does this stack up against what he used to smoke? Marco packs the bowl and holds it aloft to Sera.

You have a bow.

Cloud blocks bullets with his sword.