Post by Akira Nakajima on Feb 8, 2014 19:36:41 GMT -5
Perhaps the girl would say something? Some last resort effort to get a jab back at him? Maybe she slandered him in her head. Maybe she was going to sneak around and slam a fire extinguisher into his head. Maybe she'd drug him and do strange things. Whatever the case, he waited, honestly wanting something else to occur instead of this show. And something did happen. The girl, after some time, drifted around and sat next to him, staring at the television, just like him. Or just like he had been, as he turned his gaze towards her for a moment. Nothing. She stared at the screen. Well, that was fine, too. After all, it was why they were there. At least she was putting in an effort. Smiling slightly, minutely, he turned back to the screen.
Seconds ticked, and scenes passed. Eventually, the series was over. The boy was liberated from that sense of forsaken boredom. He stretched his legs and arms before him, finally slipping from the couch and twirling a bit. Seemed he hadn't lost his sense of touch in his legs yet. That was good. Showed he was still healthy and limber. Also showed his circulation didn't suck. With a sigh, the boy gave one last stretch. That was good. He didn't die of boredom yet. He did, however, stare at the girl for a moment. He smiled again, just slightly. He did not, however, feel like teasing her. Not yet. That would likely come again later.
”Questions, concerns, comments?” He finally requested before turning around and ejecting the disc. Putting it away, he swapped over to an entirely different series, popping it in. He was perfectly fine with marathoning this one. Probably. He never bothered rewatching it, so perhaps that was part of the issue that evening? Whatever the case, he made his way back to the couch, letting his legs rest. Keeping them folded was fine, but it became bothersome after a time. ”Or shall we carry on with lesson two?” He finally asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as he looked to her.
Seconds ticked, and scenes passed. Eventually, the series was over. The boy was liberated from that sense of forsaken boredom. He stretched his legs and arms before him, finally slipping from the couch and twirling a bit. Seemed he hadn't lost his sense of touch in his legs yet. That was good. Showed he was still healthy and limber. Also showed his circulation didn't suck. With a sigh, the boy gave one last stretch. That was good. He didn't die of boredom yet. He did, however, stare at the girl for a moment. He smiled again, just slightly. He did not, however, feel like teasing her. Not yet. That would likely come again later.
”Questions, concerns, comments?” He finally requested before turning around and ejecting the disc. Putting it away, he swapped over to an entirely different series, popping it in. He was perfectly fine with marathoning this one. Probably. He never bothered rewatching it, so perhaps that was part of the issue that evening? Whatever the case, he made his way back to the couch, letting his legs rest. Keeping them folded was fine, but it became bothersome after a time. ”Or shall we carry on with lesson two?” He finally asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as he looked to her.