Numb
Summary: A weird little fic about the mood of Arthur Dent, which doesn't really have a description.
Arthur Dent belongs to Douglas Adams.
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Arthur Dent wasn't currently in the best mood.
He wasn't that depressed over anything either at the moment, including the lack of tea on the ship, which he supposed was a good thing.
His mood was...neutral. Bland. Calm. Numb. On the planet Nozzout 49, this blank emotion would symbolize the begininng symptoms of the Iridian plauge, a lethal river virus common in that system and in some public bathrooms.
He was staring out at the stars, after he realized he hadn't actually looked at the stars and other planetary bodies since before his planet had been destroyed, and even then he couldn't ever see the stars that well, since his house wasn't that far from the city.
Arthur didn't know how to contemplate this pleasantly numb emotion that staring out of the stars brought upon him. So, deciding not to think about why he couldn't contemplate it, for what seemed to be the first time in his life, he relaxed even further into his own skin and simply enjoyed the feeling of numbness.
If Arthur had the ability to see himself in this position (perhaps via astral projection, like the beings of Aaaooohgaa 7), he would of seen himself looking...different from his usual stressed and haggard persona. He would of seen himself looking almost serene.
Unfortunately for our resident Earthman, Arthur Dent happened to share a ship with ex-President Zaphod Beetlebrox.
"Hey, Earthman! What in the zarking name of Glorffindog are you doing?"
And so the pleasantly numb emotion dissapeared, bringing Arthur Dent back to reality. Pity, really.