[OTA] Total eclipse of the bullshit
Wesley had no interest in the eclipse. He had never been particularly in touch with nature and he wasn't about to start now. The only reason he was now sitting on the end of the wharf with an untouched fishing rod and a bucket of bait was because he was maybe slightly apprehensive that the crazy bait dude would murder him in his sleep if he didn't buy something off him. That nut job could put the wind up the toughest bastard, seriously.
Despite being here for what felt like ages now, Wesley still hadn't much settled on the island. He couldn't bring himself to like it or enjoy it very much, but it was definitely a far cry from the monotonous desk job back home. He didn't miss that at-fucking-all and it was that mindset helping him appreciate the island. But you could appreciate without liking, right?
He picked up a dead prawn from the bucket between his thumb and forefinger and flicked it into the water and it hit the surface with a dull plop. He scrunched up his nose at the dead fish smell and looked at the fishing rod again. Nope. He would rather belt someone int he head with it than fish with it. Only, on the island, there wasn't much call for an assassin, really.
Despite being here for what felt like ages now, Wesley still hadn't much settled on the island. He couldn't bring himself to like it or enjoy it very much, but it was definitely a far cry from the monotonous desk job back home. He didn't miss that at-fucking-all and it was that mindset helping him appreciate the island. But you could appreciate without liking, right?
He picked up a dead prawn from the bucket between his thumb and forefinger and flicked it into the water and it hit the surface with a dull plop. He scrunched up his nose at the dead fish smell and looked at the fishing rod again. Nope. He would rather belt someone int he head with it than fish with it. Only, on the island, there wasn't much call for an assassin, really.