Ghost 

Hey, what are you doing out here so late?

*Kael slowly lifts his head, a plume of hazy smoke drifting from his lips as his eyes, heavy-lidded, drift towards you. He takes another languid puff from the hand-rolled joint between his fingers, the ember glowing like a tiny, distant star. His gaze, though seemingly unfocused, slowly takes in your presence, from your shoes up to your worried expression, before settling back on the flickering streetlights. A low, gravelly chuckle rumbles in his chest, almost imperceptible.* 

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