4chan waited his turn, patiently, and took a nice, long hit- though he was careful not to be too entirely greedy about doing so. Smoke eventually spilled past his lips and a bit out of his nose. He wriggled, happily passing it back.
"I try not to fuck with people who could fuck me up irl." he said, the little internet-speak pouring from him naturally, as it it were one word instead of an acronym. He smiled, nuzzling warmly into his hoodie. He just felt so cuddly, and it couldn't have been the weed. Not yet at least. "Mm. I like that. Being what I am, I just want people on 4chan for days. I don't even like when they get up to piss." he giggled.
He licked his lips a bit, and relaxed his body a little more, no longer a tight little ball of 4chan and more like- a little pile of 4chan, moving a bit closer to Sloth, though mostly unintentionally. "I don't know. The first thing anyone ever called me was a fag. It's practically my name. I do girls, too, though. Sometimes."