[ they say once you're bored of London New York, you're bored with life, but the saying was obviously invented before spacetravel and FTL were invented. The City is nice, but even after months of 'settling' he can't shake the thought of 'God, I should be in space'. There are worse places to be marooned, he supposes, but no evil AI worth their salt would even bother with sending people to Iowa. Or Texas. Or most of the deep south. Ahhh but that's not on topic.
The thought's always there at the back of his mind, and on long nights when it's too damn hot to sleep and there's no one to keep him company, he finds other ways to waste his time. Sleeping in until noon, as much of a novelty as it was, reminded him a little too much of his repeat offender days. Lying in bed in his boxers, watching the ceiling fan turn was mind-numblingly dull, so that was out too. So he found other ways. (None of them are a steady job.)
Tonight, it's a trip to the local bodega to stock up on instant coffee and 2% milk. 1% just tastes weird, man. It doesn't come as much of a surprise when he twists open the lock and finds Bones still up and on the couch; he'd stumbled in at 4 am countless times before to find Bones in the same position, still up and reading about the newest killer something flu. ]
You've got a seriously morbid reading list; it's gonna give you nightmares.
[ he says the moment he's back through the door, with his 'I am not a plastic bag' tote swung over his shoulder. And yes, this means he's picked up Bones's iPad and peeked at his browsing history. ]
no its perfect
LondonNew York, you're bored with life, but the saying was obviously invented before spacetravel and FTL were invented. The City is nice, but even after months of 'settling' he can't shake the thought of 'God, I should be in space'. There are worse places to be marooned, he supposes, but no evil AI worth their salt would even bother with sending people to Iowa. Or Texas. Or most of the deep south. Ahhh but that's not on topic.The thought's always there at the back of his mind, and on long nights when it's too damn hot to sleep and there's no one to keep him company, he finds other ways to waste his time. Sleeping in until noon, as much of a novelty as it was, reminded him a little too much of his repeat offender days. Lying in bed in his boxers, watching the ceiling fan turn was mind-numblingly dull, so that was out too. So he found other ways. (None of them are a steady job.)
Tonight, it's a trip to the local bodega to stock up on instant coffee and 2% milk. 1% just tastes weird, man. It doesn't come as much of a surprise when he twists open the lock and finds Bones still up and on the couch; he'd stumbled in at 4 am countless times before to find Bones in the same position, still up and reading about the newest killer something flu. ]
You've got a seriously morbid reading list; it's gonna give you nightmares.
[ he says the moment he's back through the door, with his 'I am not a plastic bag' tote swung over his shoulder. And yes, this means he's picked up Bones's iPad and peeked at his browsing history. ]