Yo…I know it's been forever, but in my defense, I have exams! Anyway, this one's Iggy-centric. For some reason, I always do warm-up drabbles about the Igster…maybe because he's just so chill? I mean, Max and Fang have got all this tension. Something that really pissed me off: Iggy…in Chad…not supporting their relationship. Iggy and Fang are bound to be close! Why would one brother do that to the other? WHY?
Blissfulness- A feeling of bliss, obviously
Iggy sipped at his carbonated drink, smiling as he felt the little pink paper parasol Dr. M had dropped into his glass scratch against his chin. He leaned back in his yellow and orange lawn chair, hearing it creak as he pressed his back into it. His bare feet were ensconced by the green grass of the Martinez's backyard, and just for fun he dug his toes into the rich brown dirt. If he stretched his senses – at least, that's what it felt like he was doing – he could recognize the white of the back door, and the light blue of the walls. In front of him, if he stretched his senses real far, he could just make out the side of the brown tree trunk in the middle of the yard. He could hear the younger kids' laughter, and if he listened very carefully, he could almost tell exactly what they were doing – and, judging by the dangerous sounds the branch Gazzy was jumping on, he could tell exactly how long it'd take for the branch to break.
Three.
Two.
One.
Iggy smiled blissfully as he heard Gazzy and the tree limb hit the ground with a loud yell and a louder crack-thump. It was days like this that he could handle being blind.
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