Fucking costumed kids. (Backdated to Halloween, for daughterof_evil)
Shane couldn't believe this was how he was going to spend his night.
He had a costume sitting in his closet, but no, this was how it was going to be. Regardless of the fact that he had a costume sitting in his closet, one that he had actually put thought into, regardless of the fact that he'd been all set up to actually call people to find out what they were doing tonight...
Judging by the bowl of candy sitting in the front hallway, and Sasha having not moved from the couch since she'd last put it out, they were not going anywhere.
Sure, he could leave her here, but... No, he really couldn't. Because he knew he'd keep calling to check in afterwards, feel like an ass for leaving her behind, and wind up home anyway. And they might even go so far as to fight, because he'd be irritated at his night being ruined.
Maybe this disappointment happening prematurely was the way to go. He'd had no time to go and get into whatever it was he could be doing. He would only feel like he was missing out on something in a vague context, not really know what it was.
Alright, that made sense. Sorta.
But damn it, he liked Halloween.
Sighing to himself, Shane took one last look in his closet door at the costume he had sitting in there, and shut it with the finality that the situation required. Better luck next year. Sasha needed the break anyway. He was more interested in her being okay, as opposed to dragging her around all night.
If this was what she needed, and if that required him being around as he usually was, then so be it.
But those fucking costumed kids running around Los Angeles would still be getting more out of the night than he would.
Damn it.
He walked himself out into the living room, and sat down next to her, thinking about where to go with this next. When Shane came up with nothing, he was forced to look at Sasha with his best relaxed and carefree expression -- something that was... Interesting to look at, to say the least-- and shrug at her.
"So... Guess we can break out those movies we haven't gotten to yet?"
Oh well.
He had a costume sitting in his closet, but no, this was how it was going to be. Regardless of the fact that he had a costume sitting in his closet, one that he had actually put thought into, regardless of the fact that he'd been all set up to actually call people to find out what they were doing tonight...
Judging by the bowl of candy sitting in the front hallway, and Sasha having not moved from the couch since she'd last put it out, they were not going anywhere.
Sure, he could leave her here, but... No, he really couldn't. Because he knew he'd keep calling to check in afterwards, feel like an ass for leaving her behind, and wind up home anyway. And they might even go so far as to fight, because he'd be irritated at his night being ruined.
Maybe this disappointment happening prematurely was the way to go. He'd had no time to go and get into whatever it was he could be doing. He would only feel like he was missing out on something in a vague context, not really know what it was.
Alright, that made sense. Sorta.
But damn it, he liked Halloween.
Sighing to himself, Shane took one last look in his closet door at the costume he had sitting in there, and shut it with the finality that the situation required. Better luck next year. Sasha needed the break anyway. He was more interested in her being okay, as opposed to dragging her around all night.
If this was what she needed, and if that required him being around as he usually was, then so be it.
But those fucking costumed kids running around Los Angeles would still be getting more out of the night than he would.
Damn it.
He walked himself out into the living room, and sat down next to her, thinking about where to go with this next. When Shane came up with nothing, he was forced to look at Sasha with his best relaxed and carefree expression -- something that was... Interesting to look at, to say the least-- and shrug at her.
"So... Guess we can break out those movies we haven't gotten to yet?"
Oh well.