Two white figures sat on the edge of the south castle wall, looking at the beautiful landscape that was Britain. Between them they passed an object that glowed orange on the tip, smoke rising and twisting from it.
"You know Kent.." Dante pulled on their tightly rolled blunt, then passed it to his partner in crime. "Maybe it's just the stuff we're smoking, but I feel a lot of love for Britain right now," said Dante. As he spoke, smoke escaped from his dark lips. Dante's aura glowed for a brief moment, wonderful white and blue sparks mixing with the smoke. Kent grinned a bit, then sucked on the blunt hard. He fought to hold his breath, not letting any smoke go to waste, Kent gave it back. As the sun slowly crept towards the mountains, they enjoyed the burning orange of the horizon. Dante heard a squeaking noise, he chuckled a bit and pulled once more.
"I think it's mostly this dank herb we're putting in our lungs, buddy," Kent said as he opened his mouth. Dante nodded some as he hit it again, then said, "Well yeah, but I do feel fuzzy inside when I help people that deserve it." Kent rolled his eyes, then grinned. Dante perked up too. They both felt it. The pair stood in unison, still smoking. Dante gripped his white scepter, Kent swung his white halberd about.
"Seems we're needed Dante!" as always Kent held so much joy in his deep voice before a battle. Dante smiled slightly, "Let's answer that mayday my brother," Dante pinched the ember between his gloved fingers and stashed it.
They left.
Buds and Birds.
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