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@&#&$Of all the drugs he'd rate this one as the most benign. The effects were temporary; they did not bid the body to seek them repeatedly or in excess, nor did they prompt the mind to make hasty decisions that would later be viewed with regret or contempt. Sex and infatuation were drugs in their own right, and he'd dare to rate the leafy substance as less addictive or modifying than either. Gabriel's recent fallout with Faolin had taught him plenty on the tolls a former love interest could take when they were suddenly stripped away. Of course, with greater risk came greater reward.
@&#&$It wasn't as though there were anything particularly exciting about this specific activity; his motto toward the mind-altering substances had always been simply "Drugs: never before has doing nothing been so satisfying". Like many, the vast majority of his time was spent alone. Without external stimuli to occupy his mind, he quickly grew bored and restless--but hunting, exercise, and patrols could only carry him so far through the day. Often times he would just sleep, though there were plenty of occasions where his mind would refuse to shut down merely because he willed it. It was during these times that he found the smoke most therapeutic and beneficial.
@&#&$Maybe, then, they weren't so different. Anselm's attention span wasn't especially short, though during long pack meetings he had difficulty getting his mind to focus. He was similarly impatient when it came to books; he held a strong preference to books with lots of pictures and visual explanations, those that maintained the minimum number of words necessary to convey meaning. If he could glance through it and understand, excellent; if he had to examine every word in excruciating detail several times over to get the point, forget it.
@&#&$Times like these, though, were easy enough to understand. The drug clouded his mind and kept him content with little; all he'd needed before was a good hit and the blue sky with the strangely shaped clouds overhead. "So what brings you out this far?" he wondered absently, sparing another glance at his peculiar (albeit attractive) companion.