Natural Highs
Life is really sucky right now, but also really good at the same time. Like, I should be freaking out… but I'm not. And I think that's because I'm writing, and have been all day. It's a very soporific activity, almost like a downer. (Oh my god, if my mom knew I just compared writing to a drug…) But it is, though. Not gonna lie.
Also I've just been informed that I will be having bacon tomorrow for breakfast. So. That just might be a part of it.
Disclaimer: Mmmm… bacon.
Chapter 34: A Good Conversation
"Life sucks," the Gasman said, and I heard him slam the door and drop his backpack to the ground. I had been home sick from school today (freaking colds; they're always worse with our bird genetics), so I was desperate for some conversation.
"Actually, life blows," I punned (is that a word?). "Like a bomb."
"Huh?" Gasser was obviously confused, even with terms he was familiar with.
"You know," I mused, "life is like a bomb. Your time is set, and even though you/it can be delayed, you can never shut it off. You can't shut off the death that will so dependently come in the end, like the final eruption of the bomb."
Gazzy paused before sarcastically responding, "Thanks, Ig. That really made my day better."
"Happy to help."
Yeah, whenever I write down a new "natural high" for this, I always jot down whose POV it'll be from, as well as a little tidbit of information that I can reference while I'm writing it, and when I saw that one, I was just like, "…Oh, shit." At least I was pretty IC with Iggy, if I say so myself. I was expecting mucho OOC-ness.