[Action] 12.0 Planes, Trains and Polydactals
Moisture.
Condensation?
Not from the air-conditioning provided on the aircraft, no.
Mihailo shifted with the cat carrier on his lap, blinking blearily at the slow billow of clouds below. He was distantly aware of the accountant in the adjacent seat and more acutely aware of said accountant's drool seeping into the material of his shirt, mouth open and breath wafting over the sinews of his neck.
He patted the man's head absently and pressed his forehead against the plexiglass window once again.
In a few hours, he would be nearly home. In a few hours, he would once again be able to enjoy the comforts of his own residence, the company of his students, his friends, his charge Herakles and Sollomovici's coffee.
Coffee.
Sollomovici.
Frugality.
Bills.
RENT.
Oh- Mihailo's half-coherency reminded him as he drifted off to sleep once more-
Fuck.
Condensation?
Not from the air-conditioning provided on the aircraft, no.
Mihailo shifted with the cat carrier on his lap, blinking blearily at the slow billow of clouds below. He was distantly aware of the accountant in the adjacent seat and more acutely aware of said accountant's drool seeping into the material of his shirt, mouth open and breath wafting over the sinews of his neck.
He patted the man's head absently and pressed his forehead against the plexiglass window once again.
In a few hours, he would be nearly home. In a few hours, he would once again be able to enjoy the comforts of his own residence, the company of his students, his friends, his charge Herakles and Sollomovici's coffee.
Coffee.
Sollomovici.
Frugality.
Bills.
RENT.
Oh- Mihailo's half-coherency reminded him as he drifted off to sleep once more-
Fuck.