To be fair, Aoba wasn't sure what they were laughing about either. It could have been something random. They couldn't specify exactly what, who knows. A sigh heaved out from the young man.

"Aah, I think if I remember right.. I bought a few grams from this one guy. I made out with him first though. It was, an interesting payment to say the least." He tried to give an explicit answer. Perhaps he may have spilled the beans on the last part.

"My name's Aoba. What about yours?"

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Francis couldn't help but chuckle at the explanation of how the other male got the goods. Such transactions weren't new to the blond, to make out or do something first before getting what he wanted or needed out of it.

"Fuck first, get the shit you want after, I get how it is. Still this is really good stuff.. Better kissing than money, I imagine this is expensive otherwise. You get it from the guy who wants to make out with you often or is it someone different each time?"

The man hadn't touched this sort of thing in a while, why did he stop in the first place? Wanted in on the goods now for the sake of not feeling like dirt all the time. Lightened his mood.

𝐕𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒, and delicate frames bathed in infatuating scents swirl around him; today too, beautiful women flicker near like moths to a flame, easily stirring a lavish desire within. Yet, it all pales, too easily too, when his eyes catch the sight of a certain shade of blue. ❝ Aoba! ❞ Again, too easily does one of his arm unwind from around a slender waist to rise high, following the upbeat, enamored tone of his call. ❝ Heading home? ❞ :: @rhymaticdesires

"Aaah... Hm. I don't believe I've ever tried to see my limit actually. However I believe it would be about 5 maybe? Depending on how fluffy they are." Now the white haired man was curious. Perhaps he should go get a bag of the treats now to see.

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[ LAUGH ] — our muses burst out laughing while stoned

Francis wasn't sure what led up to this moment, laughing uncontrollably with a man he had just met. The strong musky smell of the weed in the air, it was as if they were told a joke except he wasn't sure what he was laughing at. Everything seemed so funny right now.

"This shit is good.. really good.. what was your name again?"

Did he catch the guys name already or was he getting it just now?