Beautifully, wonderfully, effervescently meaningless
Guy was sober - relatively so, in any case - and worried. He had looked in the Compound, he had searched all the usual places, but he couldn’t find Michael. Not that he wanted to talk to him. In fact, he rather Michael didn’t even see him. He just wanted to make sure the other was still… well, alive. He had disappeared without a trace after their last conversation and was nowhere to be found.
Their last conversation…
Guy would never admit how much it had hurt him to lie so boldly to the other, to plainly say ‘I don’t love you’. He wouldn’t even admit it was a lie. He had made the decision and had gone through with it. And now it was over. No encore, no rematch. It had gone on for too long, anyway, he convinced himself. It had gotten to be repetitive and far too American for his liking. But it hurt none the less, deep down. And now that he could not find Michael, he was starting to get quite worried (what if the dinosaurs found him, what if some remaining Halloween lunacy got to him, what if, what if…).
Under his arm were a few books. In an attempt to seem inconspicuous about his search, he had tackled the bookshelf for some useful books for Ainsley’s class. Amazingly it complied. Perhaps something to do would keep his mind off things. Perhaps he might get drunk a bit later after all. Probably he would.
((Find him along paths and Compound. LT, ST, WT all welcome.))
Their last conversation…
Guy would never admit how much it had hurt him to lie so boldly to the other, to plainly say ‘I don’t love you’. He wouldn’t even admit it was a lie. He had made the decision and had gone through with it. And now it was over. No encore, no rematch. It had gone on for too long, anyway, he convinced himself. It had gotten to be repetitive and far too American for his liking. But it hurt none the less, deep down. And now that he could not find Michael, he was starting to get quite worried (what if the dinosaurs found him, what if some remaining Halloween lunacy got to him, what if, what if…).
Under his arm were a few books. In an attempt to seem inconspicuous about his search, he had tackled the bookshelf for some useful books for Ainsley’s class. Amazingly it complied. Perhaps something to do would keep his mind off things. Perhaps he might get drunk a bit later after all. Probably he would.
((Find him along paths and Compound. LT, ST, WT all welcome.))