with a slight chance of pleasantness
WHO: IT'S THE MARY AND ZEL SHOW
WHERE: IN THE CIIIiiTY
WHEN: TODAY O'CLOCK
WARNINGS: GOSH GOLLY
SUMMARY: :)
FORMAT: NO
With the exception of the occasional rumbling of a plane (once every twelve or so minutes, he figured) and the general shifting and humming of cars far below, the only sound keeping Zelgadis company on that rooftop was the loud flapping of the city map currently pinned in place by one leg while the wind beat at it madly. He couldn't be too bothered to be annoyed with it at the moment, however; the air up there was a lot nicer and the temperature pleasant. If anyone asked him then and there, he'd give a very old man response about the rejuvenating effect the weather had that day.
Granted, had he the hood and cape on, all that would be bunk and he'd be grumbling about the heat. Stone skin was never so sensitive to moderate temperatures and the glare of an average-day sun. It never sweated so much, either: a problem he was rediscovering as the summer really started to stretch out. It was gross.
Somewhere along the lines, he'd gotten a hold of a few more City-like things, one of which being a boring, gray, lightly-used t-shirt that was more than ideal as far as he was concerned at the moment. Trying to map out his small-time city travels up that high was a bit frustrating, however, and though he'd probably just ball up the paper, toss it and give up, he found himself a bit merciful and lazy. Instead, he just laid back with his arms stretched out on the warming concrete, eyelids burning just a bit under a constant glare.
He'd missed feeling weather like this.
WHERE: IN THE CIIIiiTY
WHEN: TODAY O'CLOCK
WARNINGS: GOSH GOLLY
SUMMARY: :)
FORMAT: NO
With the exception of the occasional rumbling of a plane (once every twelve or so minutes, he figured) and the general shifting and humming of cars far below, the only sound keeping Zelgadis company on that rooftop was the loud flapping of the city map currently pinned in place by one leg while the wind beat at it madly. He couldn't be too bothered to be annoyed with it at the moment, however; the air up there was a lot nicer and the temperature pleasant. If anyone asked him then and there, he'd give a very old man response about the rejuvenating effect the weather had that day.
Granted, had he the hood and cape on, all that would be bunk and he'd be grumbling about the heat. Stone skin was never so sensitive to moderate temperatures and the glare of an average-day sun. It never sweated so much, either: a problem he was rediscovering as the summer really started to stretch out. It was gross.
Somewhere along the lines, he'd gotten a hold of a few more City-like things, one of which being a boring, gray, lightly-used t-shirt that was more than ideal as far as he was concerned at the moment. Trying to map out his small-time city travels up that high was a bit frustrating, however, and though he'd probably just ball up the paper, toss it and give up, he found himself a bit merciful and lazy. Instead, he just laid back with his arms stretched out on the warming concrete, eyelids burning just a bit under a constant glare.
He'd missed feeling weather like this.