Feb. 21 | Richard Hammond | Open
Date: Feb. 21
Characters: Richard Hammond, open
Location: Fuddling around the Aeroponics.
Summary: Hammond stares at planters, gets mad at himself and wanders in circles.
Warnings: Cursing, Being Odd,
Fingers rubbed at his temple as he eyed the triangle much like he'd eye'd Jeremy when he found out he'd not be driving the new Zonda. Jaw worked as if chewing though there was nothing in his mouth but saliva, eyebrows furrowed as he pressed his fingers harder into his flesh. He had paced a bit earlier, but now he stood stock still as the plants he had decided to grow.
Fuck.
He could not, for the life of him, remember how these things worked. Normally that might not worry someone, but he knew that he had known, knew that some part of his brain still knew. However he was unable to actively recall how the process went, something he'd done often enough in small doses at his own home seemed to have completely 'slipped his mind'.
More like 'crashed out of his mind' he thought bitterly.
The pacing began again, though now it was simply from the distress of not remembering, rather than the fact this put his plan on delay. Sure he could toddle back down and simply look it up, that was easy. But he didnt want to. He wan't to just remember, go about doing things normally and not feel like a bit of his brain was missing.
Calm down Richard, He chided himself. It's not such a big deal.
Then why did it feel like such a big deal?