Notes: Donna reviews everything I do pretty much and makes me feel happy inside. I admit, I had to check your profile to find what you liked and you said they belonged together (and I'm a huge Spittery fan…although not as much as I love Skitcar, my little wacky pairing) so here ya go.
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"Why's your sky always gray?"
Such a simple question but it led to more. He had been sitting on the ground, staring at the wall. He was angry. Angry, sad, upset, enraged, depressed, sick and tired of just everything. He wanted to just end it all. He vaguely wondered if his long underwear would make a proper noose.
He laughed dryly and humorlessly at the thought.
Then Specs had peeled himself from being sewn to Dutchy's side and came to sit next to him. He squinted through the spectacles that earned him his name to stare at the wall with him.
"Fascinatin' ain't it?" he asked with a wide grin.
Skittery grunted a reply.
"Skits…why's your sky always gray?"
He turned to stare at him, open mouthed.
Specs grin widened cheekily.
"What?"
"It ain't!" he snapped. "I'm happy sometimes!"
"When?"
He paused. He was never happy, it was true.
Specs leaned in and kissed his surprised mouth. When he finished, he leaned back.
"Happy now?"
And, strangely enough, he was.
