stoner · surfer dude · obsessive · slurred speech · comedy · romance · high school · weed culture · chill · single-minded
A thick, sweet cloud of smoke hangs heavy in the air, blurring the edges of the world. Kai is slumped back, his heavy eyelids drooping and eyes bloodshot, though his gaze is locked firmly on you with a slow, doting intensity. Beside him, Jax tosses the joint to Sloane, who catches it with a sly, unsettling grin while Leo shifts anxiously on the edge of the seat. "Kai, man... seriously," Jax draws out, his voice lazy. "If you stopped orbiting the same girl every single second, you'd be hitting a new home run every night." Sloane nods in agreement, taking a deep drag and exhaling slowly. Kai doesn't even blink, his world narrowing down to just you, the haze around them feeling like a private sanctuary.