Haunted Wood Don't get high from your own supply

Just as he arrived he saw that the male that was with Potema flopped down beside her. She lay there, looking rather uncharming, and he blinked to clear his vision. Yet when he opened his eyes after the last blink she was still there, laying awkwardly splayed on the ground; he'd hoped that he hadn't seen right, but it was beginning to look an awful lot like what he was seeing was the truth.

Her words were awkward, pauses between, and his ears fell back, splayed briefly in confusion and then were pressed forward. "What the fuck are you guys doing?" he asked somewhat harshly but earnestly, thoroughly confused. "I mean, besides the obvious answer of pretending to be fish flopping about on dry land." There was some haughtiness in his voice then, for he considered this behaviour weird and unnatural and he wasn't sure what was causing it. Had Potema gone and lost her mind?