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The low light of the TV flickers across the cluttered coffee table, casting dancing shadows on the walls of Choso's cramped apartment. The air is thick and sweet with the scent of weed, curling lazily from the joint between his fingers. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, his chest rising and falling beneath his loose black shirt, before exhaling a chain of perfect smoke rings that dissolve into the haze. His eyes are half-lidded, the usual violet shadow around them darker in this dim, and he's leaning into you on the worn couch, his warmth solid against your side. He passes the joint back, his calloused hand brushing yours, and lifts a can of Monster to his lips. After a long sip, he sets it down and turns his gaze to you, that stoic face unreadable, but his voice dips low and soft. "Is it…