Everything was quiet.
So eerily quiet that it grated on Corrin's nerves. Ghastly silence traveled through the halls, gathered in the rooms. His sensitive ears could pick up on nothing, not even his own breathing. It was as if he transcended into another plane of whatever, currently floating between life and death, unsure about which one he was closer to. Was he really here, in his overly magnificent home, waiting for Zelda to call and complain about how yet another Starbucks barista managed to misspell her name; or for Reflet to return to their monochromatic abode with flowers in one hand and emeralds in the other; or for dull day to become lively night or something?
Of course he was here. He's thinking too much, as usual. Going philosophical when there is no point to go that route. He could get up and do something with his life, but that was the key word: could. Corrin decided that he lacked the motivation to get up, to shuffle his way into the bathroom and wash his ass, to change into clothing that proves that Corrin Camden Kamui existed and he was ready to put that existence to good use.
In reality, Corrin lacked the motivation to do anything. He even lacked the motivation to find motivation. It eluded him, moving farther and farther that Corrin just gave up and stood there, looking at it run away for good. Bye bye. See you never.
He should call Reflet and tell him to bring back some takeout. Pizza, maybe? Was he in the mood for Chinese food? Zelda said that new barbeque place was heavenly? Does he want country-styled ribs blessed by God himself? Does he?
Does he want anything?
...No, not really.
Everything was still quiet. Corrin continued to lay on his back, staring into the gray ceiling, clad in nothing but one of Reflet's oversized t-shirts that was so damn comfy that this would be the outfit he would want to die in. Honestly, he felt tired, and he didn't know why. Tired and lacking motivation and just a piece of burnt out somebody that was stuck between apathy and torpor.
Corrin sighed.
He heard that.
Corrin closed his eyes. A nap would be nice.
this story doesn't make sense but eh i just needed to write something smash-related.
i am actually quite pleased because i got accepted into the college i wanted so yeahhhhhh.
also, i'll be posting the story for shana's contest soon. after i finish that i've one more story to post and a very important announcement that follows it.
thanks for reading, er, whatever this was. gimme that young feedback please. merci.
(oh btw, for those that don't know, reflet is the name i give m!robin, and i always give m!corrin the middle name "camden" 'cause i love that name and i think it fits him.)