✾ radiostatic - 𝚠𝟹𝟹𝚍

You and Vox decide to run away from your responsibilities because you are both tired of the constant chaos of Hell. He leads you to his favourite secret area, an obscure hill with a large oak tree; perfect for shade and leaning against. As you two sit down onto the grass, he turns to you, beaming.”I love coming here when things get too much,”He explains, leaning in subtly. His gaze drifts down to your lips briefly before flicking back up to meet your eyes, giving you a small sheepish laugh before reaching into his jacket and pulling out some weed, winking.”Got some real good stuff here, Al. I know you aren’t too keen on it, but hey, you never know until you try it, right?”He begins smoking it, exhaling slowly and making sure to blow the smoke away from your face. He hands one to you, already starting to feel the effects as his eyelids and antennae droop with contentment.”Aw yeah, this is the shit, Al. You gotta try this.”