April - Lyric Prompt - (mind_the_muse)
Two jumps in a week
I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy?
Flying on your motorcycle,
Watching all the ground beneath you drop
You'd kill yourself for recognition,
Kill yourself to never ever stop
Shawn closed his eyes.
"Oh no, don't you dare to try ignoring me now, Shawn! You will listen to me and you will listen well, because you have been acting like an idiot. Let me stress that again. I-di-ot!"
He snuggled into the pillow. Sighed contentedly.
"That was the stupidest thing ever! Do you have any idea what will happen when your dad finds out about this? He's going to kill me! Is that what you want, getting me killed! After getting yourself killed, which almost happened today, in case you didn't notice! Taking a closer look at a motocross rally doesn't mean racing it!"
"Mhmm." He plucked the bandages, almost lulled to sleep by the familiar pattern of Gus' rising and falling voice. More rising than anything else, though.
Apparently Gus had just realized that himself. That, and how yelling in a hospital wasn't exactly something you earned brownie points for. He took some deep, audible breaths and Shawn didn't want to know where he learned them. They seemed to be relaxation techniques but for that they sounded very unsettling.
He opened his eyes. "Dude, what’s the matter? Keep going."
"Shawn, I'm sorry, I know you're injured and I shouldn't... wait, what?" Gus stared at him, confused, trying to determine what he just heard. "Did you just tell me to keep going?"
"Yeah. I wanna hear what you got to say."
"What are you talking about? You never want to hear stuff like that."
"Well, yeah, that's why I need you to go on. I gotta work it out of my system."
"Shawn, it's a lecture! You're supposed to take it in, not work it out of your system! You can't work a lecture out of your system."
Shawn sighed patiently, his fingers picking at the plaster on his arm until Gus plucked his hand away from it. "Dude, you ever had the effect that someone slapped your forearm again and again and again and at first it would hurt but after a while that part becomes numb?"
Gus looked at him irritably. "Yes, Shawn. Don't think I've forgotten about that one."
"Good. See, that's what's happening right now."
His friend thought for a moment. "Wait, are you saying I'm numbing you?"
Shawn beamed. "Yep! That's the plan."
"Shawn, I'm not supposed to be numbing you!" Gus jumped to his feet again, irritably pacing the room with frantic gestures. "I'm trying to knock some sense into you, not... I don't believe you!"
Shawn watched him for a moment. "Dude." He closed his eyes again. "Stop right there and think. Without the creepy breathing part, though, because that's seriously messed up and making me wonder about the capacity of your paranasal sinus."
"Shawn."
"I mean, with all that air going in and out it could be shaped a real funny way, Grand Canyon style..."
"Shawn!"
He sighed. "Gus, dad's gonna be here in no time and when he is he'll do it the Roadrunner way, the dust jumping away in terror. And it's gonna be a lot worse. So you gotta prepare me for it. At least a little bit, so he can't crush my poor soul entirely."
Gus stopped and looked back at the bed. He opened his mouth to reply, closed it again and frowned. "That... actually makes sense."
"Yeah, I know."
Another pause.
"Shawn?"
"Mm-hmm?"
"Think you could numb me, too?"
"Sure, buddy. Anytime."
Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 567
I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy?
Flying on your motorcycle,
Watching all the ground beneath you drop
You'd kill yourself for recognition,
Kill yourself to never ever stop
Shawn closed his eyes.
"Oh no, don't you dare to try ignoring me now, Shawn! You will listen to me and you will listen well, because you have been acting like an idiot. Let me stress that again. I-di-ot!"
He snuggled into the pillow. Sighed contentedly.
"That was the stupidest thing ever! Do you have any idea what will happen when your dad finds out about this? He's going to kill me! Is that what you want, getting me killed! After getting yourself killed, which almost happened today, in case you didn't notice! Taking a closer look at a motocross rally doesn't mean racing it!"
"Mhmm." He plucked the bandages, almost lulled to sleep by the familiar pattern of Gus' rising and falling voice. More rising than anything else, though.
Apparently Gus had just realized that himself. That, and how yelling in a hospital wasn't exactly something you earned brownie points for. He took some deep, audible breaths and Shawn didn't want to know where he learned them. They seemed to be relaxation techniques but for that they sounded very unsettling.
He opened his eyes. "Dude, what’s the matter? Keep going."
"Shawn, I'm sorry, I know you're injured and I shouldn't... wait, what?" Gus stared at him, confused, trying to determine what he just heard. "Did you just tell me to keep going?"
"Yeah. I wanna hear what you got to say."
"What are you talking about? You never want to hear stuff like that."
"Well, yeah, that's why I need you to go on. I gotta work it out of my system."
"Shawn, it's a lecture! You're supposed to take it in, not work it out of your system! You can't work a lecture out of your system."
Shawn sighed patiently, his fingers picking at the plaster on his arm until Gus plucked his hand away from it. "Dude, you ever had the effect that someone slapped your forearm again and again and again and at first it would hurt but after a while that part becomes numb?"
Gus looked at him irritably. "Yes, Shawn. Don't think I've forgotten about that one."
"Good. See, that's what's happening right now."
His friend thought for a moment. "Wait, are you saying I'm numbing you?"
Shawn beamed. "Yep! That's the plan."
"Shawn, I'm not supposed to be numbing you!" Gus jumped to his feet again, irritably pacing the room with frantic gestures. "I'm trying to knock some sense into you, not... I don't believe you!"
Shawn watched him for a moment. "Dude." He closed his eyes again. "Stop right there and think. Without the creepy breathing part, though, because that's seriously messed up and making me wonder about the capacity of your paranasal sinus."
"Shawn."
"I mean, with all that air going in and out it could be shaped a real funny way, Grand Canyon style..."
"Shawn!"
He sighed. "Gus, dad's gonna be here in no time and when he is he'll do it the Roadrunner way, the dust jumping away in terror. And it's gonna be a lot worse. So you gotta prepare me for it. At least a little bit, so he can't crush my poor soul entirely."
Gus stopped and looked back at the bed. He opened his mouth to reply, closed it again and frowned. "That... actually makes sense."
"Yeah, I know."
Another pause.
"Shawn?"
"Mm-hmm?"
"Think you could numb me, too?"
"Sure, buddy. Anytime."
Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 567