Archive of Our Own

'Hey, Fuckass!'

Fukase looks up, a not very amused looking expression appearing on his face upon hearing Len utter that nickname.

'Ugh, what now?'

'guess what I stole from Flower's room?'

'more booze?'

'nah man, even better! Weed and the supplies to make blunts!'

He grins from ear to ear upon hearing that.

'Oh she's gonna be soooo mad!'

'she definitely is! Right, how about you grab some snacks and head out to the field behind the house? I'll make the blunts whilst you get our food, got it?'

'got it!'

Len heads outside and starts trying to roll the blunts.. of course, as a stupid teenager who's never done this before, he has no clue how much you're supposed to put in a blunt so he ends up with 22g smokers that could put a body builder into a coma.

Fukase heads outside, then they both light the blunts and start smoking them. One by one, puff by puff, time starts to slow down and the snacks slowly disappear. The fastest disappearing item is the crisps..

'we're out of criiiiisps leeeeennn :(..'

'oh noooo...'

Len stumbles back inside to grab crisps, noticing that there's someone else in the kitchen. He is, however, too high to notice that the 'someone' is Flower.

'h-heeeeyyyyyy'

'Hi Len.. why are your eyes red?'

'I just stoooole Flower's weeeeeed.... But dooon't tell her.... Ooook?'

Flower facepalms and lets out a sigh. Honestly, she needs to lock up her stuff better because these cunts get into everything, and now Len's too high to realise that he's just confessed to the owner of the stolen drugs.

'Alrighty then... I won't tell Flower... Was this Fukase's idea by any chance?'

'it was.. b-but he was tooooo scared to actually get the goods so I had to....'

'where is he?'

'f-field... He's watching my blunt whilst I get more criiiiisps...'

Her brows furrow.. for all she knows, Fukase's probably having the time of his life out in that field with a blunt in each hand, high as fuck, unable to stand up.. well, he struggled with that to begin with but the weed makes it even more difficult.

She takes Len upstairs to his bed and waits until he drifts off, asking Rin to keep an eye on him for the time being, then heads out to the field, spotting Fukase taking hits off both blunts, eating the grass around him, and for some fucking reason he's quoting Shakespeare...

'expectation is the root of all h-heartache..'

*Puff*

'how art thou out of breath... When thou hast breath... to say to me that thou art out of breath'

...

'Fukase..'

'hmm?.. y-yes god?'

'no, no, not god... It's me, Flower...'

'w-want a hiiiiit?'

'no, not right now... Where did you get that weed? Is it stolen?'

'Nooo... Not stooooleeeen...... Len's weed...'

'Len's weed... Got it... Where did Len get that weed?'

'He stoooole it... From Floooower...'

'you just said it wasn't stolen.'

'I didn't doooo it...'

'ok, got it.. right, come on, back inside..'

'noooo.... L-len's getting the crispssss...'

'There's no crisps left... Len's asleep... You need to sleep too, it's way past your usual bedtime..'

'iiiim 15! I don't haaave a-a bedtime.. *cough*..'

'well I'm one of the responsible adults in our house so it's my responsibility to make sure that you are going to bed at a reasonable time so that you're functioning at your best..'

'fiiiine..'

She extinguishes the blunts.

'damn, no wonder you two were tripping balls, you crammed those things full of weed...'

She then carries Fukase firefighter style to his bed and tucks him in gently, keeping an eye on him until she inevitably drifts off herself.