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asher_talos) wrote2008-04-19 03:21 am
asher_talos) wrote2008-04-19 03:21 am
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"Doubt it thinks the same," Asher said, and it's still a little odd to consider a godforsaken spit of land capable of thought, but not doing so would likely just enrage it...
He watched as Stephen continued to sulk -- was that what he looked like when he did it? -- drowning his sorrows. He's been there long enough to know it didn't help. Nothing really did. It did dumb it down a bit, though, and that was enough incentive to do it. Unfortunately, he was tapped out.
Adjusting his cap, Asher presumed to crawl his way on top of Stephen, straddling him at the waist and helping himself to the man's drink, downing what was left and simply tossing the cup over his shoulder once he'd finished. "I don't have a mat either," he said, managing to sound completely casual despite the situation.
"Doubt it thinks the same," Asher said, and it's still a little odd to consider a godforsaken spit of land capable of thought, but not doing so would likely just enrage it...
He watched as Stephen continued to sulk -- was that what he looked like when he did it? -- drowning his sorrows. He's been there long enough to know it didn't help. Nothing really did. It did dumb it down a bit, though, and that was enough incentive to do it. Unfortunately, he was tapped out.
Adjusting his cap, Asher presumed to crawl his way on top of Stephen, straddling him at the waist and helping himself to the man's drink, downing what was left and simply tossing the cup over his shoulder once he'd finished. "I don't have a mat either," he said, managing to sound completely casual despite the situation.
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If Stephen were not about to have a heart attack, he would have been impressed.
Instead of answering, he tugged at his collar and said, "Is it hot out here? It seems hot out here."
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There's suddenly an image of Stephen, members of the IPD and one of these Bad Touch dolls in Asher's head. He laughs incredulously, shifting off of Stephen a moment later and retaking his seat against the tree trunk in much the same position he'd been in earlier.
"You can go now."
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Of course, none of that explained why Stephen said what he said.
"We'll continue this later."
It was only when he was nearly back to the compound when he realized how that must have sounded.