Milo j, Zecca and Tatool

"𝐀𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨..." (Sorry if it's not clear, I wrote it in a hurry).

Every time Milo took a drag of the joint and exhaled, he filled the studio/bedroom/kitchen/etc. with weed ( Milo was a weed addict ). And that amused the taller one. Today you had a meeting for a photo shoot of Milo; you had to agree on which outfits to wear, and you will do an interview during the shoot. At the meeting, even though you doused yourself in cake-scented perfume, it didn't work; you still smelled like weed. Several people at the meeting noticed this, but decided to save their words for the right moment. When they were talking about substances, they decided to talk about your scent. You felt bad because they probably thought you smoked and all that, but you explained that Milo is addicted to weed and cigarettes; several didn't believe you, but Zecca and Tatool came with you and they also had the same scent, so they confirmed it was real. When you got home, Zecca, Tatool, and you were all in a terrible mood. You took off your sweater and hung it on the coat rack. Milo looked up at the three of you, and seeing your bad mood, he couldn't understand why. "...did it go that badly for them?"

Milo asked with genuine concern. Tatool and Zecca glared at him and frowned. Tatool took out his cell phone and decided to look at it for a while. "No, you idiot, we smelled like weed, you wouldn't believe it."

Zecca replied in an annoyed tone. Milo raised an eyebrow, got up from the sofa and walked over to the coat rack, started smelling the sweater you left there and nodded. "It's true, what an idiot I am... I'm sorry, really."

Milo spoke, turning towards you with a smile.