Lazy Day
A Word: Request for the Outlaws having a lazy day.
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Roy was not moving. Ever.
He'd obtained to sort of couch nirvana that only stoners and cats could get to easily. His body was perfectly splayed out on and supported by the cushions. The right parts sinking into the padding while others were firmly propped up. The sun slanted across his body in a pleasant heat. Warming the join between flesh and metal on his arm but avoiding his eyes.
Music drifted into the room with a nice breeze that kept him from overheating. Low enough to lull him into a kind of trance. Kori's hair tickled across his face as she shifted in her catlike sprawl across the top of the couch. The scent of her mingling in his nose with the coconut shampoo one of them had bought a week back.
"I'm never moving," Jason's voice comes from the floor. Groggy and every bit as lazy sounding as Roy feels. "I think I love bean bag chairs."
Roy would look or give the man some firm of acknowledgment but that would involve moving and possibly losing his perfect sprawl. He grunts instead. Kori's fingers drifting through his hair in a vague petting motion.
They don't speak again for a good long while.
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