Vocation (70 words)
David isn't sure when it happened, but at some point he'd fallen in with Griffin. At some point he'd given up his previous consequence-free, hedonistic lifestyle for drab lairs and snotty Brits. At some point watching Griffin's back had become more instinct than anything.
At some point killing Paladins had become his full-time job. As long as Griffin was still breathing next to him though, David couldn't say he minded.
Wonderment (111 words)
The sun climbs above the horizon slowly, lazily, streaking the sky with vivid hues as far as the eye can see.
"Like God went fingerpainting." David remarks to his companion. Griffin hums slightly in response, for once lacking a sarcastic comeback. The morning rays throw ribbons of sun and shadow along the contours of his face and turn the blonde highlights in his hair into a molten blaze of gold. For a moment David is frozen in time, transfixed, until the other man speaks.
"World was made for moments like this." Although Griffin's eyes never leave the sunrise, David's eyes never leave him as he finds himself speechlessly nodding in agreement.
Xerox (89 words)
They're arguing again, and Griffin's angry. It shows in the tense lines of his shoulders, the rapid, jerky motions of his hands, and in the snarl in his voice.
"Call me whatever you like David, say whatever cruelties you will about me, but never, NEVER accuse me of being a fake, or a cheap imitation! I'm a complete original fresh from the packaging." Griffin stops pacing in ire, taking a moment to make eye contact and spread his arms wide. "No copies here mate, and don't you forget it!"