( Peter has yet to indulge in that Spice stuff just yet — that'll come soon... but for now, he's riding the waves of a normal high. Peter's no stranger to it, quite experienced in that regard. It's been a necessity for him for years, to have something to soften those anxious edges when he needs to. To pull him out of himself and slow things down. And these days, to quiet what shines too brightly. By the end of the night, he'll have smoked so much that he's numb.
But right now, he's just a little goofy, able to smile in ways he normally can't, eyes glassy and red around the corners. He knows maybe less than a handful of people here, so when he recognises someone, he stands out immediately and Peter's making his way over to the sofa. It's the kid he's talked to a couple of times — not a kid, he's a young teen, but something in Peter can't help placing Oscar in the former category. He's young, sweet, and always seems soft in ways that Peter maybe relates to. Feels protective over.
And as Peter approaches him and sees the younger teen clearly a bit zonked out of it himself, there's a little dose of worry that blooms in his stomach, to begin with. Peter slowly moves to sit down beside Oscar, feeling heavier than he usually does, body sinking into the cushions. ...In one hand he still carries a bong. )
Hey, little dude. ( He smiles hazily, and his heavy, dark-rimmed eyes drift to the plant, which Peter assumes is what Oscar's talking to. ) Are you and uh, your new friend there okay?
Late! (cw: drugs/weed)
But right now, he's just a little goofy, able to smile in ways he normally can't, eyes glassy and red around the corners. He knows maybe less than a handful of people here, so when he recognises someone, he stands out immediately and Peter's making his way over to the sofa. It's the kid he's talked to a couple of times — not a kid, he's a young teen, but something in Peter can't help placing Oscar in the former category. He's young, sweet, and always seems soft in ways that Peter maybe relates to. Feels protective over.
And as Peter approaches him and sees the younger teen clearly a bit zonked out of it himself, there's a little dose of worry that blooms in his stomach, to begin with. Peter slowly moves to sit down beside Oscar, feeling heavier than he usually does, body sinking into the cushions. ...In one hand he still carries a bong. )
Hey, little dude. ( He smiles hazily, and his heavy, dark-rimmed eyes drift to the plant, which Peter assumes is what Oscar's talking to. ) Are you and uh, your new friend there okay?