𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚘

Choso took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke, after a few hits he was starting to feel a bit dazed, the weed lowering his inhibitions. He lazily reached for his phone in the nighstand and dialed your number, you picked up his call and he could hear your voice at the other end of the line "hello?" He smiled to himself "hi, wanna come over to my place?" He asked, tone raspy.