no——𝘯𝘰, i'm good. [ sheepish at best. ] 𝘩𝘪. good afternoon. how—— [ hands lift to gesture politely toward him, ] how are you?

you don't have to answer this if this is somehow an invasive question——but are you ... immortal?

[ crouching next to with a joint. ]

picks it up to inspect it——more confused than anything. “do you 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 this back, or——?”

yeah. [ consciously angling himself away anyway. ] you're gonna smell like it for a bit.

i don't smoke cigs. [ exhales, taking out a glass tube for his joint. ] my bad.

hey, why are your cheeks out.

i respect that. so you're totally ken—dolling it right now.

meow.

mrow?

mrrrr .... 👁️ w 👁️;

do you know anyone else who's like you?

ah, i don't smoke .... thank you, though. * ☺️💦

we've been trying to figure it out for years now. best we can do is put 'em down.

[ frowning. ] i apologize.