[Hnn]

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

[Old Snake slouches on a random couch in a random room on a random floor.]

Hnn...

[He's bored with life. So bored. Even this room is boring. He walked in and nothing happened.]

[Sighs]

[The bad part is he can't help but feel lonely. His mind drifts to that silly holiday with the hearts and flowers. He's not sure what to do or if he should do anything, so he slouches there and mulls it over in his mind. Deep in the pit of his stomach he starts to get a sort of sick feeling.]

Ugh...

[He plays with an unlit cigarette for quite a few hours. He's been at this since 6am and he hasn't moved.]





[At least he's not getting into trouble.]

Comments

[sovetskiisuka.livejournal.com]

/What are you moping around for?/

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

/Me? Moping? Nno./

/Just a little bored. That's all. It happens./

[sovetskiisuka.livejournal.com]

/Ah, useless all the same!/

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.]

/What can I do?/

[sovetskiisuka.livejournal.com]

/Is there anything you can think of that needs to be done?/

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

Nno. /Not really./

/Guess I should just....go to sleep and stay out of everyone's way./

[sovetskiisuka.livejournal.com]

/That's useless, too! You just waste air and space that way./

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

/What do you want me to to, then?/

[sovetskiisuka.livejournal.com]

/Something! What do you like to do?/

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

......




[He has no damn clue.]

[sovetskiisuka.livejournal.com]

[She sighs.]

/You like those magazines, right?/

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

[He sighs.]

/Yeah. So?/

[sovetskiisuka.livejournal.com]

/Well reading and furthering your enjoyment is better than sitting here and doing nothing! You're not even smoking!/

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

/Yeah....I know./