Assymetrical temperature
Seriously, right hand, why you gotta be so cold? I've taken note of your inclination to lower in temperature if your circulation's been cut off, e.g. if I've been favoring one side over another while lying down; but I'm sitting upright right now.
While we're on it, overall body in general: quit being tired and hungry. No joke. E.g., eateateateateat hungry!, and now I'm winding down and feeling like vegging for a while. And stop being a paradox, suddenly I've lost weight but I've been feeling sort of flabby, too. My limbs are being vexatious right now. Eh, *shrug*
I haven't been online in a few days, so happy day-after-your-birthday to hcolleen. As for myself, while not sleeping or hating my arms and legs or dipping hummus-and-salsa pitas into more hummus blahblah et cetera, I've acquired a copy of Samurai 7, seen some Kevin Smith movies courtesy of IFC (Randall from Clerks is a bit of his own paradox, no?), and gotten some various writing done, which brings me to:
KARASU THE THESPIAN
“What’s up with you, Shorty?”
In annoyance Hiei looked up at Kuwabara, and in a voice that was either tired or deadpan, said, “A very ugly ape.”
“Hah. I meant, why do you look like shit?”
Personally Hiei thought that his own insult had been nicer. “Late night, jackass. You look like you’ve had a few hundred of those yourself recently.” Kuwabara gave him an annoyed look and he smirked. Idiot didn’t even know he’d just raised Hiei’s spirits, by maybe a percentage or two. Last night had sucked, so it was, incredibly, good to be around people again. If nothing else, they provided adequate sarcasm-fodder.
“Forget you, man. Guy asks a question, gets nothing but-Yukiiina!!” Now Kuwabara truly had forgotten about Hiei, leaving him in the dust, run off to greet his better half.
Yours and mine both, Hiei thought, a tad glumly.
“Hiei?”
He wouldn’t have answered, but he recognized the voice. “Hn?” he grunted, turning his attention on an uncertain-looking Shuichi.
“Good morning,” the redhead said as an afterthought, then redirected his focus. “Do you know where the greenhouse is? My first class is there.”
“-Yeah.” It’d taken Hiei a moment to realize he was being hit up for directions. “Follow me.” Stupid school couldn’t name things right, took a room in the back of the ag building, filled it full of plants and called that the “green house,” like it was its own detached building or something. Least it’d be easier to find then. Only reason Hiei knew where it was was that he used to pass through it all the time on his way out to the shop. Before he was more or less banned, at least.
En route they ran into Kuwabara and Yukina, who it appeared had circled the corridors at least once already. This time it was she who asked after him: “Are you getting sick, Hiei?”
Seriously, did he look that bad? “No; late night.”
“He’s just working on his look as the vampiric zombie-pygmy for the school play,” Kuwabara said. Several lockers down someone uttered a low “Booooo…” To which Kuwabara retorted, “Oh shut up, Urameshi! At least I’m creative!”
“Maybe, but not factual. I wrote no such character in the play.”
Turning around, Shuichi saw the owner of the voice, the apparent playwright. “Yea,” cheered Hiei unenthusiastically. “Thespian.”
"Orphan," replied Karasu Bakudan coolly.