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Back from his morning drive with Heroin, feeling refreshed and at least somewhat better after condemning Dave to death and having to defend his relationship with Heroin, defend Heroin himself, to Classic Rock, Marijuana was upstairs, cleaning out the vault of that week's profits and getting the cash ready to move into the safes in the walls. He felt Salvia rise, heard her come upstairs and was grinning and practically running down the stairs before he even realized it. His little sister, his Salvia, his Hermanita and, opening the door between the staircase and the main floor of his shop, his grin grew even wider.
With a dismissive wave at Wes and Matt, the mortals retreated into the backroom and shut the door behind them before Marijuana's smile only widened as he approached his little sister. "Sister, little sister." He greeted in their native tongue, "I'm sorry I was so busy last night, but I'm here now and we can go shopping for things for your room, yes? Plants and new decorations..."
He trailed off, once he was about a foot away and wanted to sweep her into a hug but wasn't exactly sure of her comfort level. "Hermanita, can your big brother give you a hug? It's been too long. You've been missed." She was Organic, she was Mexican and just being near her was enough to send Marijuana into thoughts of home and the happiness at her presence was obvious on his face.