[once more, with feeling]

[myownluck]

Prompt: Lassitude.

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[onlynothuman]

The third day back inside is hard to take; why even get out of bed?

Prompt: synergy.

[paintfromlife]

When he lays his hands flat, you can see the calluses, the way his fingers bend not-quite-right. His brushes fit perfectly.

Prompt: Codependent.

[housepital]

There was a truck-stop halfway across the country, that had stuffed peppers on the menu. They were horrible. He only ate one bite.

He tipped the waitress twice the cost of the meal, and got back on his bike.

Prompt: peeling

[paintfromlife]

Okay, sure. It's happened once or twice. When he had a lot of projects, pieces, going at once. He couldn't spare the time to shower, and it's not like he had any hot dates to smell nice for.

Who would have thought the dead skin peeling away would look so much like cracking old paint?

Prompt: Degenerate. (verb)

[myownluck]

He knows he should be working on how to get out of here, but the medication blurs everything into slow, soft grey, and it's easier to just lay in bed and read, instead.

Prompt: Waking.

[onlynothuman]

The hospital was quiet and white, the only color a brown and blue blur towards the corner of his vision. "Mom?" he said aloud, his voice a rough croak. (scream sound like fire) But it was only a bouquet, flowers from a week ago.

It took him two months to realize that had been the day of the funeral.

prompt: recognition

[knight_so_dark]

He grabs the burglar and she struggles, her cat-eyed goggles dislodging. The green of her eyes, he remembers from the benefit, earlier that night.

Prompt: Bankrupt.

[ducttape_hero]

He still feels bad, that he ended up choosing his extracurricular activities over the summer job. He'd offered, but she'd told him unequivocally that it wasn't his job to help with the rent.

Prompt: slums