He smiled in spite of himself. “I guess you got a point there.” He slowly rubbed his hands together and looked around the roof. The street noises – honking horns, people shouting, laughter – all sounded as if they floated to their ears from a tunnel. The brunette had pinned it down, that need to go away when he felt too much. Music, pills, a rooftop, even trying to interact with the world through freaky mind powers instead of his physical body.
Brian’s fingers worked at the clasp of his cheap wristwatch. He set it down between his shoes and stared at it for a minute. Then he put his palm in the air. After wiggling on its own, the watch skidded across the tarred surface and landed at her toes.
“You’re perceptive,” he said. “Maybe that’s your thing.”
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ninetydegrees
no subject
on 2013-09-15 09:52 pm (UTC)Brian’s fingers worked at the clasp of his cheap wristwatch. He set it down between his shoes and stared at it for a minute. Then he put his palm in the air. After wiggling on its own, the watch skidded across the tarred surface and landed at her toes.
“You’re perceptive,” he said. “Maybe that’s your thing.”