-posts in a dark corner, busts out a bag of herb, rolls a fat one, pulls his helmet off, takes a fat hit, and smiles-
I love all my guardian kin, even if they don't love each other.
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*calls the cops*
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Walks in and catches the sweet smell of sticky icky. Locates the source and sits to the left. Hows everyone in the circle today?
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