buy yourself another day

[impetuous]

Who: Gwaine and you
What: Random encounters
When: Saturday morning
Where: Near the gallery in town


[ Wearing modern clothing for once (sweatpants and a T-shirt that aren't his), Gwaine bounces a small, pink ball against the wall. Whenever it strikes something—wall, ground or his hand—lights arc inside it. A curious little toy, but Gwaine barely looks at it. He sits on the middle step, eyes unfocused. To any observer, his mind appears to be elsewhere. He has managed to recover a semblance of healthy coloring, but the bags under his eyes mark how fitful his sleep remains. He finds it difficult to concentrate on even simple tasks. Thus he misses his next catch and the ball bounces against the door behind him. It rolls away from him. ]

Comments

[impetuous]

What? Afraid of getting dirty?

[eternityalone]

Afraid of a little dirt? Never.

[impetuous]

Then why the issue with me being muddy?

[eternityalone]

If you had been muddy I might have been distracted with trying to clean you up. I would've been more curious how you got so dirty and maybe I wouldn't have even brought up the topic I wanted to discuss.

[impetuous]

And we couldn't have that.

[eternityalone]

I wouldn't have wanted that, no.

[impetuous]

[ He snickers. ]

[eternityalone]

[She smirks.]

What's so funny?