Gone Fishing! - [Cameo, Jack, Anatra and Marree]
May 27, 2014 15:31:19 GMT -5
Post by Anatra on May 27, 2014 15:31:19 GMT -5
Gone Tyren Orca - District Two - Eighteen "Enough for me?" I'd asked nicely enough, it seems. "Sure" is all I seem to rouse from Matthew. He must be hungover, a lot. He's looking rough, to me at least. I hope he gets out of his grumpy mood because I want to make the most out of today. It's our last full day and night. "Good Morning, Ty." Kyanite says on her way past, and a smile shoots to my face as I look back. I readjust my shades a little bit. "Morning, looking fiiiine." I decide to joke, and my own laugh follows it. "Where did Max take off too, or is he still sleeping like a grizzly?" I raise my eyebrow a little. "You haven't seen him either?" I ask. "I'm not sure where he is. Must have went for a walk, or something." I suggest the obvious because that's all there is. Now that I sit down, I am tempted to ask Matthew what his problem is. Recently it seems that's all he's got; a problem. Does he want to talk about something? I don't know, I'm not quite a psychic yet, getting there though. I've had enough practice so far, I may as well be. I catch the smallest of glances that he shoots me and I'm all too quick to looking away before he notices that I noticed him. What's up with this? I don't understand, usually he would have at least said good morning, or something. Before I have time to think about it, something rests on my shoulder and sits next to me; Max no less. He's got his big jacket on and he brings that outdoors smell that despite our surroundings, always seems to smell new and pure. "Hey, morning." Max raises a brow at me, though as I speak. "Morning? It's almost afternoon." He grins widely, the kind to which I would usually give. He's happy, I'll give him that. Why's he being this happy though? "Did you find some pills in that forest?" I ask him, jokingly of course. "Nah, just thought you could use the medicine yourself." Happiness, he must be talking of. Why would I need more happiness? Do I look down? What a strange morning. |