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Ringo huffs as he sits limply on the floor of George's temple with a blunt in his mouth totally out of it, eyes red and unfocused as he stares vacantly into space whilst George (who is just as stoned) sits besides him rambling about something that Ringo doesn't really care to listen too.
Ringo reaches behind his back to unzip the kangaroo costume slightly in order to get some air in since he's starting to overheat in it. Once he does he takes a drag of his blunt before shutting his eyes and leaning his head back.
A few minutes go by not much going on in the hazy drugged scented room, that is until Ringo feels George place a hand on his shoulder in quite a lazy manner making him open his eyes and turn to face him "Mmm yeah?" He mumbles in a slow and tired voice. "Y'know Bongo, that kangaroo costume of yours fits you well..mm...looks nice" George mumbles very much out of it, before huffing out a laugh.
Ringo only raises his eyebrows as a lazy smile grows on his face "Yeah, s'pose it does. Why?" George only mumbles something under his breath before placing his head on his shoulder and shutting his eyes "Y'know, I quite fancy ya...I enjoy being with you, Rings."
Ringo stares at him before shutting his eyes and leaning his head back again. "mm yeah like you too, George.." Ringo slurs out before they interlock hands. They're both completely gone, the drugs making them feel dead to the world, just letting the truth spew out without much thought and hesitation.
George let's a quiet hum as he raises his heavy arm up (which feels very much like a dead weight along with his entire body) and starts flicking Ringo's fabric kangaroo ear. Ringo doesn't seem to mind. Well he thinks that until Ringo slaps his hand away with his paw "Cut that out .." George lowers his hand into his lap before rolling his eyes. "All right all right, calm yer tits."
George looks over at Ringo before prodding his cheek "Give me a kiss, eh?" Ringo lets out a quiet and breathy laugh "Why?" he asks as he takes a puff of the good stuff. George then shrugs before leaning in an giving Ringo a kiss which Ringo leans into before pulling away a few seconds later a large cloud of smoke releasing from either of their mouths. "Well...why not?" George sighs out, tasting the lingering flavour of Ringo's mouth and the taste of cannabis before going back to his spot to slumping beside Ringo, interlocking hands again as they both take another puff of their blunts.