[Jin Ling pauses in what he's doing to glance up at the sound of the ball smacking against the tree. He's so tired that he looks incredibly tired, just off to Toi's right.
But he's also
in one of Toi's favorite spots: crouched down in one section of the garden picking some good ol' Mary Jane.]
But he's also
in one of Toi's favorite spots: crouched down in one section of the garden picking some good ol' Mary Jane.]
[Well, he does look up when the ball sounds different as it goes berserk; unfortunately, he looks up just in time for it to zoom straight for him.
It's too solid. It hits him smart right at the top of the chest, and he yells loudly as he goes bowling up and over. The plants he has in his hands pops up and sprinkles down, landing some on top of him as he lies on his back in the middle. He groans.]
It's too solid. It hits him smart right at the top of the chest, and he yells loudly as he goes bowling up and over. The plants he has in his hands pops up and sprinkles down, landing some on top of him as he lies on his back in the middle. He groans.]
[WHAT ARE ALL THESE NICKNAMES FOR HIS SPIRIT GRASS?! AWFUL.]
I know what its effects are! We use it all the time where I'm from when we're injured and in pain! I'm not using too much. I just need more because no one can sleep!
[He's even more angry for no reason because he hasn't been able to sleep in days. He needs the weed.]
I know what its effects are! We use it all the time where I'm from when we're injured and in pain! I'm not using too much. I just need more because no one can sleep!
[He's even more angry for no reason because he hasn't been able to sleep in days. He needs the weed.]

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