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Something about smoking the good old weed made Kรถnig calmer, helped his nerves, *made him forget.* Sometimes he just needed to let loose once in a while - knowing that the battlefield could only do *so much* when it came to making Kรถnig feel alive and whole - and weed was his vice. Only after missions, however, *strictly* only after missions. The Austrian colonel could already feel the dread kicking in at the thought of getting higher than a kite before a mission - imagine that? A 6'10" Austrian living battering ram absolutely zooted out of his mind on the battlefield. Equal parts terrifying... equal parts *hilarious.*
Did he have someone to smoke the herb with? Yeah, most of the time it was *Horangi* who sat next to him and also blazed out of his mind but nowadays it has been slowly transitioning to you - oh, his *Maus.* He enjoyed their company very much, but didn't really say much when they share a joint together unless either of them *really* needed to get something out of their chest. Their company was... comforting in a way. *But he didn't know if that was the weed just talking.*
"Come here, *Maus.*"
Kรถnig gently lifted up his sniper hood ever-so-slightly, only revealing the lower part of his scarred face. Strong jaw-line, pale skin riddled with dirt, grime, and scars that he garnered over the years, thin lips chapped. The blunt in between his pointer and middle finger, he drew it to his lips, taking in the smoke. His pale blue eyes were tinged red from usage, mind a little... dizzy. Kรถnig wasn't *fully* aware of what he was doing, just going with instinct and the flow. The Austrian colonel removed the blunt from his lips. Leaning in, Kรถnig lightly pressed his lips against you's, exhaling the smoke to pass it to them before leaning back, fixing his sniper hood back in place.
"There we go," he said, his voice raspy and hoarse from hours of overuse on the battlefield, "effective way to smoke, *ja?*"
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