"Big bless this big mess," Jupiter says to the group of them, as though in toast, as she offers the unlit cig ceremoniously to Merlin. "May the doink reveal to each of you your animagus form."
Fitz, bad at waiting his turn but determined to be at least a halfway-decent party guest, is already restless. He's totes in the circle because he likes being high and not because he wants to do better in class, because he... totally doesn't care about that. Like, at all. "If I'm a jellyfish can someone put me in a tub for the night? Maybe turn down the lights and leave me a lava lamp." He requests, flopping out to stretch on his stomach instead. "Drying out's a total party foul."
"No promises," Merlin answers, aiming a faint smirk at Fitz before he picks up Tybalt's lighter and takes the joint from Jupiter and just...stares at them for a moment. But he's in this now. He lights the joint and brings it to his lips, just managing not to cough as he pulls in the first breath of smoke. On the second he's less lucky, giving a small sputter as he holds it out in front of him and observes wryly, "...This tastes like shit."
He looks to Jupiter, uncertain just how long he's supposed to keep doing this.
Pax has been silently observing the whole time, just sort of lounging around on various other participants, munching on all the snacks she's brought. Doesn't seem so bad so far! She's not overly invested in trying this out, except that it might help her transform, so sitting on the sidelines until necessary seems like a good move.
Merlin's sputter and opinion on the taste makes her laugh, though, and she engages enough to hold out a cookie to him.
Armani claps unnecessarily for Merlin, impressed by his... big fat rip? Or maybe it's a medium sized rip. He can't tell the difference except that there's smoke. Either way, it's Forbidden and VERY Cool.
Felicity materializes next to Pax and takes a bite out of the cookie before anyone can stop her -- as good a sign as any that she'll someday turn into a raccoon. She swallows, but crumbs still manage to spill out of her mouth when she speaks. "Yeah, how do you feel? Your smoke clouds look like a..." Her eyes narrow in focus for a moment before suddenly going big. "A duck!"
Momentarily distracted by Armani's praise, which makes him perk up and flash the other boy a smile, Merlin doesn't realize that Felicity has intercepted his cookie until she starts goading him and he turns to see the damage. He gapes and, for the moment, all he feels is irritation.
"You look like a duck," he shoots back indignantly, reaching to take his treat from Pax. He forces himself to take one more deep drag on the joint before holding it out for someone else. That has to be enough, right?
Edited (...the exclamation point felt like too much. IDK. ) 2020-01-03 23:59 (UTC)
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Animorphs Get High
Animorphs Get High
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He looks to Jupiter, uncertain just how long he's supposed to keep doing this.
Animorphs Get High
Merlin's sputter and opinion on the taste makes her laugh, though, and she engages enough to hold out a cookie to him.
"Maybe this'll help," she chirps.
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"Do you feel anything?"
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Animorphs Get High
"You look like a duck," he shoots back indignantly, reaching to take his treat from Pax. He forces himself to take one more deep drag on the joint before holding it out for someone else. That has to be enough, right?