Sunday 1.4 Boredom

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(OOC- so, Schu here. if i am reading the whole posting thingy right, i am following format. if i am not, please let me know so i dont keep mucking it up!)

Schuldich flicked television channels with the intensity of either a butterfly on amphetamines or someone who wasn’t really watching television to watch. It was noise. It was half of a distraction

Schuldich was trying to avoid mustering the energy to go and seek out the other half of a distraction. Preferably something that contained caffeine and was brought to him by someone entertaining.

Boredom was a terrible state of existence.

Maybe he could convince Crawford to invest in order out lattes. They would be all the rage.

The couch cushion he was lounging on had a lump. And that was the least of his current complaints.

It hadn’t been his idea to wake up in time to catch the kiddie shows that aired in that useless bit of time between breakfast and lunch. In a perfect world he would be asleep until his sloth pissed someone off. Then, having been woken up, he could muster all the self righteous indignation necessary to make a Sunday interesting.

His grand plans had been ruined by the histrionics of the barely teenaged wench across the street. Apparently everyone had to know how distressed she was that Big Blond and Handsome had decided to date Big Breasted and Slutty instead of her. Why couldn’t females rail against unkind fate at a decent hour?

The next person who walked through the living room was going to make him coffee. Only that, and not having to do it himself, would placate his lethargic ire.

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With his uniform jacket only halfway on, Nagi heard the strong knock at his door. He knew that he was going to have work to do now and he really wasn't in the mood for it at all. He had spent the entire night at his computer already and didn't want the headache that came from having to track down whatever info Crawford was sure to want. He was irritated to the point that a good wall crumbling would really make him feel better. Sometimes having something physical to do distracted a person from what they are troubled by. Unfortunately for him even the physical actions were a mental accomplishment. But seeing destruction in any form is fun activity.

Nagi really had to question his thinking lately. Since the tower collapse he had been thinking a lot more violently. It could be his continued co-habitation with the members of his team but maybe it was the burst of energy expelled at the last battle had sparked something inside him. A normal person would claim it to be normal teenage hormones but there was nothing else normal in his life so why should that be the first.

After a moment to collect his composure, Nagi signaled for Crawford to enter his room with a less irritated grunt than he wanted. He made a scene of walking over to his computer and turning it off in hopes that Crawford would understand that he was tired of hacking for info.

He finished closing his jacket and turned to Crawford with a blank look on his face. "Is there something you need right now? Weren't the others supposed to be going somewhere?"