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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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A person that deluded and capable of existing in some state of permanent repression could probably make this place seem like heaven. "Fine. You're straight as an arrow."
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However, all he said was, "Thank you, I am." Then, because it looked like the gay happenings of this encounter were ending, and because Stephen was still pretty damn intoxicated, he thought he could give a good distraction. To Asher, not himself. He sure didn't need a distraction from anything, and definitely not from the way Asher was right there on him.
"Look," he said, a little crazed. He folded over the tip of his right ear, pushed it inside. Then he held up one finger as if to say Wait! There's more!, and winked. Out popped the ear, back to normal.
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"I kiss you and you subject me to crazy pet tricks...?"
Suddenly, he wished he had his gun. Not for Stephen, but himself.
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"...what the fuck are you doing now?" Oh, God, was he praying? Or possibly falling asleep? Asher hoped for the latter...
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'Cause he was drunk.
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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.