[p] mushymushy mushrooms

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    After he'd cleaned up his sorry attempts at a herb garden that had caught fire, Watermelonseeds thought long and hard about a jibe Luther had made at him.


    Where had he put all his weed?


    I mean, sure, he had his catnip/mint/who cares, but that was just a pet drug. Real nasty. Real boring. He could've sworn he had something cooler (apart from the alcohol he took from an elite four that one time) hidden in his storage at some point. For emergencies, obviously. He had no idea exactly what emergencies called for getting high as fuck, but one probably existed somewhere. Probably in America.


    In order to remedy this, the tabby was snooping through some old rooms to find any leftover special brownies he could use to try and get a copy of the plant from. He hoped they'd still be edible.


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]Lucifer had been trying to find a place to put his belongings, he had taken his time alone to finish repairing a teddy bear but the thing was that he hadn't found its original limbs or whatnot so he had to improvise with a pair of floppy bunny ears, a squirrels fuzzy tail, bison horns, and that about covered it. . .Which of all belonged to some torn up stuffed animals. . .His repaired teddy bear appeared like some sort of demon but he didn't care since he now would sleep with it. For his own use. . .For his loneliness which was quite the depressing thought. He had woken up from a recent nap as he started walking around languidly with his eyes searching the landscape did he start wandering inside of the buildings only to detect the tom from his joining. Watermelonslice? Watermelonseeds. Ah yes, that guy who had said something about drugs in which Lucifer had never had or gotten near "Excuse me. . .But what are you searching for?" He questioned with a slight tilt of his cranium.
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    "Bro! Heart attacks are real and you almost gave me one! Shit!" The tabby squeaked when he heard Lucifer, clutching his chest like he was dying in some dramatic Shakespeare play. He fanned his face to calm down, loosing a bright sticker from the waving paw in the process. Watermelon watched it fall peacefully before he fell on his side, effectively sticking it to his fur again. From his new vantage point, Luci looked pretty weird. Maybe he needed new makeup? "I'm trying to find some old brownies. They smell pretty fuckin' sweet, and I need one of the ingredients. Wanna help?