Gods above, what was in these mushrooms? Though Killian decided he didn't care, however, and he gladly reveled in the effects as he lay in the grass clearly out of his fucking mind. All while he was making invisible angels, with a swish of arms and legs in the pool of milky goodness - or, well, he thought he was in a pool of milk chocolate. "That candy was so good," he mused - it tasted like Divinity in the form of sweets, completely and utterly delicious. Like something that the gods dined on in their cloud hangouts on Mt. Olympus.
Good, his jacket was gone and he didn't care that Stan was now wearing it, sort of, because it may as well go to good use instead of cramping his style. "Dooooes your face work?" he asked then, shifting closer, fingers pinching Stan's cheeks, squishing him because he was adorable.