and its contagious
Who: Dair & Adam
What: Boredom
When: 17th evening
Where: At home.
Rating: B for Bored
Dairine lay slumped on the couch, remote dangling from her fingers. Her legs, hanging over the edge of the armrest, kicked gently at nothing. With half-lidded eyes, she was the very picture of boredom. Even Spot sat quietly, his eyestalks blinked in time with Dairine's lazy flip through channel after channel. Some reality dating show on VH1, Project Runway, a grinding music video, food that looked too delicious to eat.
"Maybe you should work on that temporal adjustment spell." Dairine looked down at Spot when he spoke, sounding as bored as she looked. She shrugged.
"Meh."
"Repaint your room? We haven't made a wizardry airbrush in a while."
"Think I'd rather watch TV, Spot..."
The computer was silent a moment. Then... "If I have to sit through another History channel special about Hitler, I'm out of here."
What: Boredom
When: 17th evening
Where: At home.
Rating: B for Bored
Dairine lay slumped on the couch, remote dangling from her fingers. Her legs, hanging over the edge of the armrest, kicked gently at nothing. With half-lidded eyes, she was the very picture of boredom. Even Spot sat quietly, his eyestalks blinked in time with Dairine's lazy flip through channel after channel. Some reality dating show on VH1, Project Runway, a grinding music video, food that looked too delicious to eat.
"Maybe you should work on that temporal adjustment spell." Dairine looked down at Spot when he spoke, sounding as bored as she looked. She shrugged.
"Meh."
"Repaint your room? We haven't made a wizardry airbrush in a while."
"Think I'd rather watch TV, Spot..."
The computer was silent a moment. Then... "If I have to sit through another History channel special about Hitler, I'm out of here."