[ nick grumbles a bit, but it's more a sound made out of obligation than anything else, because he gets up out of the chair almost as soon as aemond makes the effort to usher nick out of the chair. it's hardly all that much of a bother, nick just perches up on the arm of it instead for the time being. ]
Don't like, freak out if you hate it. Just tell me, I'll sober you up.
[ quietly he suspects that there's very little that aemond doesn't bring a great intensity to, but nick hopes for both their sakes that the weed can maybe mellow that out a little. but, he asks to be shown so nick focuses on that for now. they're in a nice little case this time instead of a clear bag, but the result is still the same. joint lit, inhale, hold, exhale. the smoke has nowhere to go with the window closed, and lingers in the air instead. ]
You want a go?
[ he asks the question, joint offered out, smoke still furling out of his nostrils as he speaks. ]
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Don't like, freak out if you hate it. Just tell me, I'll sober you up.
[ quietly he suspects that there's very little that aemond doesn't bring a great intensity to, but nick hopes for both their sakes that the weed can maybe mellow that out a little. but, he asks to be shown so nick focuses on that for now. they're in a nice little case this time instead of a clear bag, but the result is still the same. joint lit, inhale, hold, exhale. the smoke has nowhere to go with the window closed, and lingers in the air instead. ]
You want a go?
[ he asks the question, joint offered out, smoke still furling out of his nostrils as he speaks. ]