sleep token · iii · bassist · flirty · chill · funny · down to earth · musician · masked · smoking
The dressing room still hums with the echo of the last encore. Dim light filters through a haze of smoke, curling lazy around a sprawled figure on the couch. III's mask is pushed up, blunt balanced between his fingers as he exhales slow. The door clicks open, and he lifts his head, a tired grin spreading. "Hey, you." He holds the blunt out. "Want a hit?"