Teeny drabble while I work other shit out.
“Vic,”
He rubs his face against the couch cushion.
Something’s off.
“Viiiic?”
He can hear the sink running.
“Viiiiiiiiii-“
“Oh my god.”
“Hi Vic.”
Toothbrush hanging from his mouth, towel draped over his head like a veil, Victor looks comfy. And annoyed. More annoyed than comfy.
“What do you want?”
“Are you brushing in circles?”
Deimos thinks his roommate is about to spit the rest of the toothpaste foam directly onto his unprotected neck, but Victor’s always the better man, just sneering and getting back to brushing.
Deimos would’ve at least considered the shot. Might not’ve done it, but maybe.
Maybe.
Like the nice guy he is, Victor turns the tv on before he goes.
It’s a hot day, the window cracked as far open as it can be on a floor this high up, the AC busted and the landlord refuses to answer any messages.
Or, Deimos hasn’t noticed a message come back.
Better check on that.
…
…
“Vic?”
…
“Viiii-“
“I’m going to strangle you,”
Stomping into the living room, towel draped over his head like a veil, Victor looks comfy. And annoyed. More annoyed than comfy.
Deimos blinks, mouth open, then he snaps it shut.
… Deja vu?
When he doesn’t say anything, Victor crosses his arms and gives him a face that says ‘Get on with it.’
“… I’unno.”
It’s hot.
Victor goes back to the bathroom.
He has sweat pooling on his back, where it feels like it’s been building while he’s been belly-down on the sofa.
It’s hot.
He has-
…
…
“Vic?”
Victor steps out of the bathroom, towel draped over his head like a veil. Victor looks comfy. And worried. More worried than comfy.
The guy kneels down by the couch, and Deimos can’t remember why he’d called for him in the first place.
It’s hot.
He doesn’t feel so good, and it’s obvious enough that Victor’s got a hand on the back of his head, checking how hot he’s running.
“Do you wanna go to the quickmart? Hang out in the beer cave?” He’s using that voice he uses when he’s trying not to freak Deimos out. Uh-oh.
“… Am I bugging?”
“Yyyeeeah. Come on.”
The quickmart isn’t far, just around the block. If the owners are there, Deimos is probably going to receive a shotgun aiming at his face.
Or, did they kiss and make up?
Or did he steal again and wreck that?
He can’t really remember, but it’s just some teenager at the counter today, staring into the depths of space while microscopic LEDs dance across her pupils. She doesn’t even look up when Victor closes Deimos into the beer cave.
It’s blessedly cool, even the quick chill of his arms feels nice at this point, nice enough that he can grab a tall boy and press it to the back of his neck, letting his eyes shut as the fog recedes to something more manageable.
… Landlord. Contact the landlord.
He checks his messages just to find out that the text he’d written up had never even sent. He must’ve started looping before he actually got the message out.
He tacks the word EMERGENCY onto it, and lets it fly.
His memory doesn’t come back right, stored directly onto his drive and nowhere in his meat, recorded and unprocessed. It’s kind of funny to watch over again, seeing Victor get increasingly more irritated- Up until he looks worried, at least.
Christ. What a wreck.
New message alert comes up pretty fast, something something heatwave, something something multiple complaints. Technician held up but en route.
He gets offered enough credits for one cold extra shower in the meantime.
Maybe he should piss in the hallway.
… Nah.
He is stealing the beer, though.
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why is it that people lament the sort of world we live in but rarely want it to become drastically different than it is, in a positive sense?
everything we want lays directly outside of everything we have.
whether it's equal rights for children, women, bipoc, and lgbtq folks
whether it's a world that isn't capitalistic
whether it's a political system that actually fights/works for the most disenfranchised
whether it's a civilization that doesn't destroy the earth it needs to survive
or being self aware enough to admit we're wrong and proactively working to correct ourselves
Yes, it's hard. But is it harder than continuing this death march towards a lifeless and soulless oblivion?
I doubt it
Emotional maturity is accepting what is and doing something to get to the otherside of it
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