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[propping self up at the head of the bed, stretching out]

You at least remember to get a pipe or something?

I remember smoking cigarettes, not pipes.

[he's got rolling paper for joints, pal]

. . . or weed, actually.

[anyway this is gonna be an adventure]

... well. Learning experiences.

I've never smoked either, so I'm relying on you.

[thumbs up]

Try not to hack up your lungs the first time you take a drag.

[if u think Mars didn't smoke a weed at least once during his 100 years of time looping ur wrong]

[but he does have to rely on muscle memory to roll up a joint]

Yes, mother.

[gonna watch him as he does that. and probably letting him take the first hit]

[flops backwards onto Joker's pillows and lights up when he's finished, taking a slow, easy drag with his eyes shut. he holds it for a second or two before letting it out and passing the joint to Joker]

[DEFINITELY. . . SOMEONE WITH SMOKING EXPERIENCE. . .]

[WHATEVER! SHOW OFF!

... anyway, Joker is definitely going to choke out, but that's fine. it just means inhaled too much and will in fact getting hit harder faster maybe]

[HE PROBABLY NEEDS IT]

[just. gonna pat his back while he chokes]

[incentive to flop on top of double, though.

making a kind of annoyed noise because HE TRIED. NOT TO CHOKE?]

[HE CAN DO THAT IF HE WANTS]

Happens to the best of us the very first time.

[he thinks? he doesn't actually know and-or remember but that seems about right]

Does it...?

[in fact, flopping on double is a good idea because... whoa. whoa, dude.

...

maybe something of a nervous-sounding snicker thing escapes him because whoooa...]

[whoa hello]

[. . . just gonna. pat the back of his head]

Hitting you hard and fast already?

Mm.

[letting his fingers pick at Mars's shirt because. texture. fascinating.]

It's...

[and then he trails off because whoa. words and their meanings when they're placed in certain orders and things he only thinks about when he's actively knowingly wearing a mask and who said thoughts were allowed to go by that quick, anyway?!]

... words suck.

[says it like he's somewhere between mystified and offended]

[relaxing a bit himself as the high hits him, but he's a lot calmer and less loopy about it b/c of his (not-yet-remembered) experiences, so. continues patting Joker's head]

Yeah.

[WORDS SUPER SUCK]

I've got Buddy Bond.

[for when words fail]

[... god.

Buddy Bond.

the thought of all those emotions going on and debating if overloading himself further will actually help or not--and then of course thoughts that he actually has an ability that can be used to overload emotions and--]

Maybe...

[slides an arm around Joker's waist, settling at the small of his back]

Up to you.

... just thinking 'bout... the upgrades to Bad End's stuff.

[awkward. laugh?]

It's... also emotion based.

Upgrades?

[guess who hasn't read about the upgrades b/c he doesn't read anything he doesn't have to read]

What's that mean?

One of our abilities... was reading disagreement with people? But now we can... tell what people are currently feeling.

And our other ability used to be... amplifying bad emotions? But now it's... amplify current felt emotions.

It's tempting. A lot.

[VERY. TEMPTING, IN FACT.]

. . . like Buddy Bond, only one-sided.

Hey. . . you're copying us.

[GRUMPS]

You should do it.

[uh]

[goooooood Mars pls.]

Think so?

[SO. WHAT EMOTIONS YOU GOT, BUDDY?]

[RIGHT NOW??]

[he's just extremely relaxed and chill, which is like. a rarity for Mars]

[also gonna pat Joker's head and activate Buddy Bond TO FEEL WHAT JOKER IS FEELING but also so Joker gets his own feelings IN STEREO]

[whoa. stereo.

but also that's not really much to play with, so there's some curiosity, interest directed at Mars because uh. look.

behind that, though, there's the fatigue and emotional wear that feels not great, the guilt and vengeful anger towards Shido... it's just kind of always there as background noise now

but once he adjusts to Buddy Bond being active, he blinks and settles into the comfy warmth of Mars's chill while he lets a hand run across his side with a bit of a laugh]

You make me feel like a mess.

[. . . ah. hi]

[there's a hand running across his side and Mars blinks, a flicker of confusion appearing on Mars's end of the bond. and then there's a bit of fluster at the clear interest, and Mars shifts to shove one of his hands into Joker's face]

[and behind all of that, there's like. mmmmaybe a small bit of. concern, for that guilt and vengeful anger and fatigue and emotional wear. DON'T CALL HIM OUT ON IT]

You feel like a mess, but I dunno if that's all my fault.

[jkfh he actually isn't put off by the hand in his face, instead yanking on Mars' chill and relaxedness to bring that up to lazy contentment--fluster is cute but not if it's going to get Mars bolting from him.

then he's going to make a point to adjust his face so Mars's hand isn't completely over it, fondness creeping up in response to the concern.]

It's not. You're just making easier to see it.