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Coil and Skateboard have an apartment together, it was cheap as can be and was mostly a place to sleep instead of live. Coil was often far away, stealing for fun or to make ends meet and Skateboard traveled Playground endlessly so he often crashed out at some grateful inphernal’s house and only came to their shared apartment on the weekends.
Today was a Friday and Coil decided to stay home for the day because he needed to binge-watch a 9 season show about DJ-ing because he lost a bet to Boombox.
And the best way to binge watch a stupid, boring show was while being inebriated.
Coil didn’t like the feeling of being drunk, nor the embarrassment he’d feel when slurring his words, so he chose to get high, with some cookies with edibles inside them, of course, made by Skateboard.
Skateboard had a lot of weed, like lots of it. Cannabis was very much legal in Playground, but it was a pain in the ass to get some good quality kush and dispensaries are rare as shit so Coil never bothered to indulge outside of the weed that Skateboard shared.
Also stealing and being high don’t really go together.
Coil ate 6 cookies, frankly because they were fucking delicious, next time he sees Skateboard he better complement him. The cookies were like gourmet shit, the type of cookies your grandma would hide the recipe until her death, like they could’ve legit like cured cancer or some shit like that.
Damn he shouldn’t have ate so many of those fucking cookies, but like they were so delicious he couldn’t stop himself, like at all.
He sat on his bed and turned on his laptop in order to connect it to his projector which he'd bought cause he doesn’t care enough to actually buy a big TV and put it in his room, it would, like, take too much time and effort so he didn’t.
After about, or like around 15 minutes of stupidly tinkering with his laptop and his projector in order to put on that stupid show that he’d spent two hours pirating because it was so fucking niche.
It was so niche like Boombox and like 5 more people watched that show. He had to search on like 15 different sites from Blackrock and he couldn’t even find it there which is stupid because like Blackrock is the capital of pirating which is funny because of their shittily strict laws about piracy or something like that.
He’s gotten through like 5 episodes. It's all been just useless yapping about DJ-ing that he could, like, not give less of a shit about. It was like something something, here’s how this random ass type of DJ blows their eardrums out, here’s how this random ass inphernal rose to mild infamy while DJ-ing and then abandoned their DJ career to become a singer and actually get paid bank. Yadda, yadda, yadda.
It was just going out the ear, jumbling in his brain into stupid catchphrases that he’s going to use for the rest of his life and going out the other.
He swore that he heard the front room open and so he paused his show after, like, pressing the space bar 5 times. And got up to check the front door just in case something strange or like stupid happened.
And so he was face-to-face with Skateboard with a zooted out expression, so he was most probably in the same ship as Coil, or did the saying go like “same boat as”...he low-key high-key didn’t care at that moment.
“Yoooo” he greeted sluggishly, trying to make up words that didn’t make him sound stupid as shit, before he remembered that Skateboard was high as a kite so he probably didn’t give a living shit about what Coil was saying wrong or right.
“I ain’t high.” Skateboard immediately stated, defensive as shit.
“Dude. Your first thing to start this convo is “I ain’t high” I’m pretty damn sure you’re high.” He responded by pointing a finger at his obviously extremely high friend.
“...Maybe I’m high.” He said as he looked to his right and he had his left hand’s pointer finger on his cheek, then, shrugging his shoulders non-chalantly.
Skateboard looked at Coil again before wheezing at his clothing.
Coil looked down and realized he was wearing a tangerine shirt with “I don’t get laid” written in a very fancy font and a cyan and orange pair of pants with “I’m a bitch” written on one leg and “I’m a hoe” written on the other.
“They were good thrifts!” He justifies it as he looks at Skateboard in pure abstract horror.
Skateboard is still laughing on the floor fucking clutching his mid-section as he wheezes hard at Coil’s absurd clothes.
He only stops himself in order to desummon his namesake and drag his high ass onto the very comfy couch in the living room and lay there while Coil judges him and his own life choices.
He sits there on the couch reminiscing on the last 5 years like he’s some grandpa on his bed watching football or some shit. Until remembers a random bet that he made with Boombox and Slingshot that was, like,something like “we’ll give you like 700 bux if you and Coil are high at the same time accidentally”.
So he opened his phone after like 5 attempts at putting his password in and he opened the messaging app that he uses to chat with his friends and opened the group chat with him, Boombox, Slingshot and Coil.
You (Skateboardhi)
Doil y’allk remmember tha5 one bet ypu made witgh me and Coil beijbg high at the saem time?
BoomboxGG
Ye, it had a time limit tho
You (Skateboardhi)
Well???
Slingshotwoah
Chill the limit ends in 3 months.
You (Skateboardhi)
So like mayb me and Coikl ar high at the sam time rn.
BoomboxGG
Aw damn, that’s 500 bux flushed down the toilet
Slingshotwoah
Meh its 200 4 me
You (Skateboardhi)
Nic4
BoomboxGG
Well, at least y’all didn’t kiss, that would be another 500
You (Skateboardhi)
Well Im gon go conbice Coil to kiss m, brb i need tahat mondy
BoomboxGG
DONT YOU DARE
Slingshotwoah
DO DARE LOL GO GET UR MANS! IDK IF I LOSE MONY IM FRAMING THIS CONVO LOL
Skateboard closed his phone, with a smug smirk.
“Yo Coil” he said, turning his slowly towards his very dear friend.
“Boombox and Sling made a bet with me that may earn us 2 months rent.” he said, stretching out every syllable in a mildly-slurred way.
“I’m listening.”
“The only thing we gotta do is kiss.”
Coil blinked, thinking of a response.
“Hmm for 2 months rent…” Coil looked like he was a Greek philosopher in thought “Ya, sure, why not.”
Coil walked over and practically slammed himself over Skateboard, like a move he’d pull out of nowhere in the Phights, he looked like a wrestler, a hot wrestler he might add.
After WWE slamming into Skateboard and making him wince because he got hit in the stomach, Coil kissed him, with a vigor Skateboard had only seen in the other inphernal in a Phight where a single phinisher could turn the tides.
The rough kissing somehow turned into Coil making out with him and Skateboard being too high and confused to even begin reciprocating in the slightest.
Minutes seemed like hours for the both of them as they made out. This is most obviously the highlight of Skateboard’s year, perhaps even decade.
Coil finally broke the kiss once he started getting dizzy due to the lack of air. The both of them sat there huffing and puffing like two dumb teenagers who’d just made out despite the advice of their parents.
“Damn, that was hot.” Skateboard said, pointing at Coil with a double finger-gun.
“You’re a dumbass. You know that?”
“Yaa I knowww.”
“So, we got high, made out and then watched 9 seasons of a documentary about DJ-ing. Pretty eventful.” Skateboard commented, putting a hand on Coil’s shoulder.
“You’re stupid.”
“Nuh uh”
“Yuh uh”
“Nuh uh”
“Yuh uh”
“Yuh uh”
“Nuh uh”
Coil grumbled while Skateboard smiled cockly.
The two sat in a rather comfortable silence as the both laid on Coil’s bed.
“So we’re official?”
“I guess so.” Coil said, letting out a small, but rather bubbly, laugh.
Skateboard laughed along with him, simply because Coil’s laugh was contagious.
…
“Wait, we gotta text Boom and Sling about the bet” Skateboard remembered, grabbing his phone in order to get his two month’s rent.
You (Skateboardhi)
Guys we kissed
BoomboxGG
Wait wha
Coilprepared
Yup. we did.
Slingshotwoah
When’s the wedding?
Coilprepared
Too soon, Sling.
Slingshotwoah
Aw shucks
BoomboxGG
NOOOOO MY MONEY NOOOOOOOO
Coilprepared
Your DJ gig makes you enough money to place at least 200 of these bets.
BoomboxGG
>:(
Slingshotwoah
>:)
BoomboxGG
>:(
Slingshotwoah
>>>>>>>>>>>>:)
BoomboxGG
I gotta stop talking on chat for a sec, my boyfriend’s calling me bye
Slingshotwoah
Bye gay ass