If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} upinsmoke) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} forgotten_gods,@ 2009-10-09 10:58:00 |
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What: Telling a shared mortal the truth.
Where: Matt's apartment, across from the Highway
When: Friday afternoon.
Warnings: Language, drug use.
Marijuana had been putting it off for far too long. Paying attention to his mortals was something he needed to do more of, the mortals aside from Cam, anyway. Too much time had been put into clouding Cam's mind with a fog of smoke so deep that even with permission, Cam hadn't touched cocaine or crack yet. Still, it was a battle and it meant that the other employees weren't getting as much attention from their boss. Dave was used to it, Bryn could deal and Wes went about his job like nothing had changed but Matt, Marijuana's beautiful Matty-boy, was withdrawing into himself slowly. To put a stop to that and, knowing that the wedding was going to include all sorts of immortals and Matt would be very confused if he didn't know the truth, Marijuana had called Speed the day before and, while it was a somewhat awkward conversation, they had agreed to meet at Matt's apartment in order to tell him the truth.
Marijuana had showed up half an hour early to make extremely strong coffee for the boy and deliver all sorts of colourful post-it notes in odd shapes, inspiring Matt to stick them to his face with a subdued giggle, along with ten dollars worth of Pixie Stix. It made for a very hyper Matt and an almost-as-hyper Marijuana but neither of them were thinking about anything much, aside from trying to beat each other at Dance Dance Revolution. Marijuana let Matt win, of course, although he was simply telling himself that because, really, Matt could kick his ass at the game any day. After a particularly frenzied match, they collapsed back on the couch, Matt resting his head on Marijuana's shoulder and the god simply petting the young mortal's sweat dampened hair gently as they waited for Speed to arrive.