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Ceroba was just taking a stroll through the Wild East when she caught a glance at a familiar sheriff going into an alley. She couldn’t see why though, so she chose to go against her better judgement and followed him.
She followed him as quietly as she could, which led her to behind a building. She then peaked her head out so she could watch what happened.
Starlo leaned against the wall and took out his lasso and… a knife? He took the knife and cut off a small piece of his lasso before putting them away, but he kept the small piece he cut off. He then took out- a pipe??? Like… one you would smoke out of.
He put the cut off piece into it and took out a lighter, using it to light it. He put the pipe to his mouth and breathed it in.
….Was Starlo smoking part of his own lasso??
Huh.
After a few minutes of Ceroba standing there, flabbergasted, and Starlo probably getting high with the way his tail was swaying, the fox walked up to him. “And what exactly are you doing?” she asked as she approached the star monster.
“Oh hey there!” Starlo replied with a goofy grin. Ceroba sighed. “Are you high?” she asked. “Am I wha?” “High.” Starlo stared for a moment before smiling again and saying, “Hi!” Ceroba sighed. “Why are you getting high?” she asked. Starlo looked at his pipe and then back at her. “‘S nice!” he said, taking in another breath of his pipe.
“Why are you smoking your lasso rope?” “Uhh, Blackjack said that it was made with… cannibus? Cannabis? Uh, weed!” Ceroba stared. Why did Blackjack let the guy have weed of all things? She sighed and said, “Do you know how long you’ve been doing this?” Starlo nodded, getting more weed into him. “Fer ‘bout….” he trailed off, seemingly losing his train of thought. There was silence for a moment before Starlo suddenly said, “Have I ev’a told you just how pretty you are?” Ceroba sighed again. “No, you haven’t. Please answer the question.” “What question?” “...How long have you been doing weed?” “Oh! Since my old lasso broke an’ I needed to get this new one!”
Ceroba blinked. “And how long ago was that?” Starlo hummed. “I think ‘bout… six months ago!” he said.
Six months??? How did Starlo keep this a secret for that long??
…Well, if Ceroba was really thinking about it, it shouldn’t have been that much of a secret.
Starlo seemed more chilled than before, and when Ceroba’s been able to catch a glance at his eyes, they looked a little red or glassy.
…Well she was a bit blind, but then again, she wasn’t exactly looking for those signs.
She sighed again as she watched Starlo get higher than a kite. “Does anyone else know?” “Uhh… I think… Blackjack? Since he’s the one ‘o sold me the lasso and told me,” the sheriff said, waving his pipe around.
Ceroba sighed. …Again. “Did he also give you the pipe?” “Nope! I jus’ found it and cleaned it.” “...Are you almost done smoking now?” “Almost! I’ll come back out when I am!”
Ceroba nodded and walked away.
She might as well not say anything, since it seemed like Starlo went to a private spot for a reason.
…Maybe she could ask him one day?
Nah. Let’s not.