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To say Vince Noir lacked depth wouldn't exactly be true. You see, nestled between the nonsense and the chaos, Vince had random moments of utter clarity and introspection... or sometimes outrospection, depending who he was with. It didn't happen often, and it wasn't really cause for concern. After all, his lone braincell might have been a bit distracted at times, but it had gotten him through twenty-two years of danger and adventure without too much trouble. It could handle a bit of thinking now and then. Really.
Well, probably.
Vince had been sitting in the rec room, watching the jukebox flash pretty colours that made the room glow red and blue, when the latest spurt of thought had hit him. And when I say hit, I mean hit. The stir of his brain bursting into life was enough to leave him on his back, staring up at the ceiling with his brow creased.
He blinked a little as the Jukebox filled the room with music, the melodic sounds of Razorlight washing over him as he thought about his life on the island. He'd hardly been there long, and already he had a boyfriend and friends. Or, well, at least he hoped they were friends, he wasn't sure what else to call the people he'd met so far. Still, for all he was happy (and he truly was), Vince found himself feeling... restless. Bored. He missed his adventures with Howard, or even just hanging out with Naboo and Bollo after work.
He even sort of missed Bob fossil, which was enough to snap him right out of his deep thoughts and make him shudder.
"I've gone wrong," he decided, eyes going slightly wide as he sat up. "I've gone very, very, wrong."
The jukebox, always up for a bit of fun, slipped right into 10cc's 'Dreadlock Holiday', causing Vince to get to his feet and jab his finger at it. "Oi!" he shouted in a warning tone. "None of that. We were supposed to be mates."
(Open to all, late tags and slowtime welcome.)
Well, probably.
Vince had been sitting in the rec room, watching the jukebox flash pretty colours that made the room glow red and blue, when the latest spurt of thought had hit him. And when I say hit, I mean hit. The stir of his brain bursting into life was enough to leave him on his back, staring up at the ceiling with his brow creased.
He blinked a little as the Jukebox filled the room with music, the melodic sounds of Razorlight washing over him as he thought about his life on the island. He'd hardly been there long, and already he had a boyfriend and friends. Or, well, at least he hoped they were friends, he wasn't sure what else to call the people he'd met so far. Still, for all he was happy (and he truly was), Vince found himself feeling... restless. Bored. He missed his adventures with Howard, or even just hanging out with Naboo and Bollo after work.
He even sort of missed Bob fossil, which was enough to snap him right out of his deep thoughts and make him shudder.
"I've gone wrong," he decided, eyes going slightly wide as he sat up. "I've gone very, very, wrong."
The jukebox, always up for a bit of fun, slipped right into 10cc's 'Dreadlock Holiday', causing Vince to get to his feet and jab his finger at it. "Oi!" he shouted in a warning tone. "None of that. We were supposed to be mates."
(Open to all, late tags and slowtime welcome.)