i'll do what i said i'd do in school
Characters: Fugue (fugue_angel) and Billy/Want (unlostsoul)
Date/Time: September 7, early evening
Location: Eventually off to the Library
Rating: G
Summary: You'd think Want would know better than to follow strange men around.
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Want was still riding high on his memory from the night before. Like the last time he'd gotten one, he felt over-energized now, like the memory had reached into him and given his inertia a good shake. He need to be doing something all of a sudden and while it had been easy to put that off for a while, especially when faced with Throne's totally opposite reaction, Want had eventually had to pull himself out of bed and go find something to do or risk exploding from pent up energy.
His aim as he left the house was to head down to the park and practice teleporting things around. He'd mostly gotten the hang of little things but trying to move bigger things, without the imminent threat of disembowelment, was proving harder. Partly, Want figured that it was harder because part of him thought that moving something bigger should be harder but even if he understood this on a brain-level, whatever it was that let him do it to begin with remained unconvinced.
When he got to the elevator, he jabbed the down button once and then immediately stuffed his hands into his pockets to keep from pushing it over and over again. He waited. And waited. And after what seemed like a long time -- long enough that Want had started to shift restlessly back and forth between his legs, the elevator finally arrived, and he got on and started the trip down.
Date/Time: September 7, early evening
Location: Eventually off to the Library
Rating: G
Summary: You'd think Want would know better than to follow strange men around.
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Want was still riding high on his memory from the night before. Like the last time he'd gotten one, he felt over-energized now, like the memory had reached into him and given his inertia a good shake. He need to be doing something all of a sudden and while it had been easy to put that off for a while, especially when faced with Throne's totally opposite reaction, Want had eventually had to pull himself out of bed and go find something to do or risk exploding from pent up energy.
His aim as he left the house was to head down to the park and practice teleporting things around. He'd mostly gotten the hang of little things but trying to move bigger things, without the imminent threat of disembowelment, was proving harder. Partly, Want figured that it was harder because part of him thought that moving something bigger should be harder but even if he understood this on a brain-level, whatever it was that let him do it to begin with remained unconvinced.
When he got to the elevator, he jabbed the down button once and then immediately stuffed his hands into his pockets to keep from pushing it over and over again. He waited. And waited. And after what seemed like a long time -- long enough that Want had started to shift restlessly back and forth between his legs, the elevator finally arrived, and he got on and started the trip down.