July Idiocy

[mortalcoil]

♥ Who: Coil Lenn + Carl Grimes
♥ Where: Trashboy house + the party
♥ When: Mid-late July
♥ What: Storytime + dressing up
♥ Rating: PG-13?


For some stupid reason, Coil had thought that he'd be able to dodge most of the stupidity by staying home. The town was giving him unpleasant flashbacks of suffering in space for an unseen audience, so he had hunkered down in the house, planning on an extended stay of hiding from the outside world.

Curled up on the couch, he boredly pages through the network, looking through the new stories that have appeared for anything interesting... until one in particular strikes a sudden pang of horror in his chest.

It doesn't take him long to realize that there are too many familiar things about the pair of one-eyed teenage protagonists to be a coincidence. The traumatic backstories, the unexpected reunion in a new town, the struggle of trying to live on their own together.

At first, Coil reads out of sheer panic, horrified at the absurd, embarrassing things that the author is having these characters think and do... then, as time goes on, morbid fascination sets in.

By the time that Carl comes home, Coil is so wrapped up in the lurid tale that he doesn't hear the front door. Eye wide and fixed on the screen, device balanced on his drawn-up knees, one hand pressed over his mouth, nothing exists to Coil except the chapter he is on now: the pair's first trip to a hot spring...

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[mortalcoil]

To the first question, Coil nods. Zhas had been an entire third of his second family, in fact.

Then, the following question has Coil's gaze immediately sliding off to the side as the color spreads from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. His hands begin to fidget with embarrassment.

'I would get distracted anyway,' he eventually answers.

[postocular]

Carl offers him a smile, can't help but think the way Coil flushes is kind of adorable.

'It's not a bad thing.'

[mortalcoil]

Coil glances back to Carl in time to catch the signs and he shrugs into his shoulders a little. He might be a formidable necromancer and the bane of dangerous undead creatures everywhere... but the look on him right now could only be described as shy.

'Hard to believe that,' he admits.

[postocular]

'I get that.' It's hard not to just go through the motions, even if it doesn't seem like that's what's happening.

'We can do things we want to do here.'

[mortalcoil]

It's hard for him to accept this as fact, but he tries. After rubbing the back of his neck, pretty much radiating self-consciousness, he eventually nods a little. He'll take Carl's word for it.