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The night is filled with talks and chats, all useless, all about nothing.
Blunt after blunt - though not too much, obviously, they don't want to end up in a bad trip (one of them once did, in front of the other) - they got more and more talkative with each other. Maybe even more bold, dare I say. Saying stuff that's on their mind without as much filter as before.
The air is filled with smoke as they have one nothingburger talk after another. They mostly consist out of things that smoothly flow out from each other. Somehow, their conversation about how their day went to what exactly is wrong with music industry today, then what exactly got Gremmie into rock and punk music, then to what exactly grunge is, to how stupid it is to count it as just a clothing style, to who was their idol in childhood, to some shared infodumpings about various things... Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.
This night is filled with shared thoughts. Untill they run out of them, or maybe just decide to take a break from them.
Now they're just lying on the couch, Gremmie is spread on it, placing one leg onto the back of it. His head is placed onto Zak's lap, as the latter leans back and stares at the ceiling, one of his hands tapping against the pillow, and his other mindlessly playing with Gremmie's hair. That was nothing weird for them, they're used to this kind of proximity to each other. They found nothing wrong with it. Why not? It's kind of comfortable, after all.
However, while they usually do without much other than playful nudges, absent-minded shoulder-to-shoulder touch and ruffling of each other's hair, Hacky Zak had a habit of getting more clingy while high.
Thus, his hand started to go through his hair, from time to time even caressing it, basically. Gremmie didn't really mind, and didn't really protest, but, out of curiosity, lifted his head to look up at Zak.
"Watcha doin'?" - he mumbled, watching as Zak lowered his head back to look down at him.
"Just messing with ya dirty hair," - Hacky Zak shrugged with a small, light-hearted smirk. Gremmie hummed in response, and an idea sparkled in his half-empty head.
"Can I touch yours? Outta curiousity." - Gremmie reached his hand to Zak's strands that sticked out from his beanie, but didn't touch it yet. He got a small nod and a quiet, relaxed "mhm" in response.
Gremmie runs his hair through Hacky Zak's strands that stick out from his beanie. It wasn't messy, actually. The hand went through them pretty smoothly. Though it was noticeable his own hair was a bit dirty, though it obviously wasn't affected by salt water, unlike Gremmie's, so the texture was different, more soft.
Gremmie found it.. weirdly pleasant.
"Huhm.." - he thoughtfully runs his hand through Zak's strands again. A slightly goofy smile plasters on Zak's face.
Gremmie decided to play with his hair a bit, curling it around his finger. It was a bit of a funny feeling. He couldn't hold back a chuckle.
"Thought ya hair's messier," - Gremmie mumbled.
"Might look like that from the side, yea." - Zak, in his turn, scratched Gremmie's head a little, to which he got a quiet hum. - "What, ya like that?"
"Kinda. Problems?" - Gremmie replied, keeping his hand in Zak's strands. Zak shook his head "no".
"Just didn't expect ya to be this clingy."
"Pftt, talk about clinginess, right." - Gremmie couldn't help but reply. Zak tossed Gremmie's hair on his face and ruffled it.
"Come on, is it thaaat bad?" - Zak huffed, and leaned a bit closer to Gremmie. - "It's not like ya mind it, hm?"
Well, Gremmie doesn't exactly mind, Zak's right. Zak could even lie down on him and he wouldn't protest in the slightest. Though he, obviously, doesn't admit it out loud. Not right now. He just shrugs instead.
Zak huffs and pats Gremmie's head a few times, then caressed it, with a strange gentleness. Gremmie's hand stops in the track as Hacky Zak's hand goes from up to down, then from up to down again. Then, the hand stops. Gremmie gets a bit bewildered.
"Somethin' wrong?" - Gremmie asks.
"Hm? Whatcha mean?" - Zak tilted his head slightly.
"Ya stopped brushin' my hair." - Gremmie replied, and Zak shook his head.
"Nah, 'thing's fine." - Zak reassured him, though he suddenly realized that not only Gremmie didn't protest, he actually wanted more. Hacky Zak's smile widens a bit in a slight, gentle tease.
"Oh? So ya do like it, huh?"
Zak expected him to huff and brush it off, but, to his surprise, Gremmie just nonchalantly nodded. Well, it's not like Zak is against it. His hand starts to repeat the motions, and Gremmie lets out a satisfied sigh, leaning his head back on his lap.
It keeps going for some time, as Zak stares ahead, enjoying the pleasant sensation and Gremmie looks at him staring off-distance. The silence lingers, until Hacky Zak's gaze travels to Gremmie's arms.
And, while his hand stayed on Gremmie's head, the other hand reached out for his arm. The fingers gently go through the hair, causing Gremmie to look down at it, slightly confused. With his mouth half-open, he stares at how Zak basically caresses the hair on his skin.
For a little while, none of them speaks up, but Gremmie eventually looks up at Hacky Zak again. And the same question as before raises up.
"Watcha doin'?" - Gremmie asks, though a bit less confused than before as he gets used to the sensation.
"Dunno." - Zak simply replies, his gaze slightly absent, but the slight smile on his face is still present. - "Feels pleasant, tho."
Gremmie just shrugs in response. Zak is high, what did he expect? It's not a surprise he's clingier, considering that happens quite often when they get stoned, frankly. It's just that usually it shows in hugs and similar things. This one is new.
And then, Zak leans closer to Gremmie, extending his hair to his legs. The fingers go through the hair on his lap this time. Gremmie doesn't even question it anymore, letting him do that.
"Y'know, your legs are nice to touch.." - Zak mumbles without a second thought.
"Homosexual much?" - Gremmie replies, making a sound between a huff and a chuckle.
"Nah, like, not in a homo way. Just.. all this hair feels nice." - Zak simply admits, without even sounding offended.
Gremmie stays silent for a bit, but then just removes his head from Zak's lap and regains a sitting position.
"Wait, no, no, no, I didn' mean it like that.." - Zak starts to mumble apologetically, thinking the whole thing weirds Gremmie off, before realizing that Gremmie puts his legs on his lap instead, crossing them.
"Enjoy." - Gremmie says and lies back with his hands behind his head. Zak, admittedly, got caught off-guard. But, well..
His hands start to trace the hair on Gremmie's lower leg. It feels kind of funny, in a way.
"Man, if only I was this hairy," - Zak mumbles a bit dreamily as his focus shifts solely on the motions. Then, an idea appears in his mind, and he glances up at the cup of water he kept on the messy coffee table near the couch. He usually keeps it there when getting stoned, in case his mouth gets dry. Gremmie notices the look, but doesn't exactly understand what went through his hand.
Zak puts his finger into the water and then starts to trace it against Gremmie's leg hair, making patterns on it and giggling.
Gremmie was a bit confused at first. But at the thought of how dumb it all is, he lets out a sound similar to a giggle on his own. He even gains a better sitting position to look at what patterns Zak comes up with.
"I'll call this one wavy dragon." - Zak mumbles, with the same absolutely unserious smile on his face. - "And this one is just.." - at first he just wants to call it a simple "zigzag", but then he comes up with something else. - "..zigzak."
"Pfft. Sounds awful." - Gremmie teased and ruffled Hacky Zak's hair through his beanie.
"Aw, c'mon.." - Zak wettens his finger in the cup again and continues tracing some funky patterns on Gremmie's leg.
The night is now filled with the dumb half-laughs.
This keeps going for a little while until Zak pats Gremmie's knee.
"Enough torture for ya." - Zak mutters and gestures to Gremmie to put his legs back down.
Only then Gremmie realizes that he got used to feeling. He kind of misses it the moment Zak removes his hand, but he doesn't want to admit that. He just shrugs and sits on the couch normally, his arms spread on the back of the couch. Zak glances up at him, looking a bit dreamy still.
"Why ya lookin' at me like that?" - Gremmie can't help but wonder. It's not a call-out, he's genuinely curious.
"I dunno. Just.." - Zak glances at Gremmie's shoulder, and Gremmie knows Zak enough to understand what that means.
"What the hell, sure." - Gremmie allows him to do whatever he wants.
And Zak, as soon as he got the permission, rests his hand on Gremmie's shoulder. Gremmie sighs and wraps his arm around Zak's own shoulder, lifting his head up and resting it back.
It's strange.
It all actually felt nice. Gremmie should be weirded out after all that, but he doesn't.
In fact, maybe he hopes they'll repeat it again sometime. It will surely happen, he has no doubt.
For now, they decide to just rest. It's getting quite late. Gremmie zones out a bit, thinking about what just happened, while Zak already breathes deeply, slowly falling asleep.
Gremmie's own eyes start to flutter, and once he glances down at Zak, he decides not to resist. It's a bit uncomfortable to sleep in such a position, but, well, he doesn't want to bother Zak. He lets it be.
And thus, the night is now filled with sounds of deep breath from Hacky Zak and some snores from Gremmie.
Maybe it is nice when your stoner buddy gets clingy, after all.