Drabble - #014
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I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to clear out some of the dryness I felt coating them.
I know I should have been in bed hours ago, but I had been so absorbed in this game, I had gulped down one too many mugs of coffee while trying to stay alert for any possible setbacks, and because of that, I am now suffering a horrible case of insomania.
I've been nearly willing to bang my head against a brick wall in hope it would help me sleep, but I then realized- why bother? I'm so tired I'm too cranky and lazy to even get off this chair... maybe if I vegitate in front of the screen a little longer, I'd fall asleep anyway and save myself the trouble...
Well, of course, untill my bladder complained and demended I got off my tail to meet with the king of porseline. Feeling tight and uncomfortable, the urge to use the restroom was clearly felt. I pushed myself off the comforting chair- popping some bones as I moved, I realized how stiff I was, and hoped I wouldnt lose it before I got to the bathroom.
Thankfully, I managed and relived myself of the irritating tightness, but after I washed my hands, I heard noise outside. It sounded like the chains of the punching bag ratteling, so I figured I knew who it was.
Quietly I slipped into the dojo and watched him work out, looking pale and tired, but clearly unable to sleep. His movements were sluggesh, and clearly just for show, no real effort was put into them.
"Took ya long enough," he huffed, irritated, before he sent me a tired and cranky scowl. "how much coffee did you drink this time? A gallon?" he growled.
Sheepishly I shrugged, not bothering to point that they were just seven mugs.. it was one third of a gallon, considering the size of my mug to begin with, but who's keeping track?
With a huff he marched past me into the bathroom, the sound of rushing water told me he nearly broke the fauste again by twisting it too fast and hard- I really need to get around fixing that thing; and then the toilet flushing. Keeping busy I headed to my workshop to shut the computer off and get ready to try and turn in for the night, hopefully if I lay on the cool bedding it might sooth me enough to get drowzy.
"So what gives?" He then asked just as soon as he exit the bathroom, "I mean, you know sensei doesnt liek us staying up past three in the morning. IT always means we'll be late for morning practice." he grumped, rubbing a tired eye.
I shrugged again, "Sorry, got distracted looking for groups, farming reputation for the Scryed and skilling up my enchanting, totally lost track of time."
"Your Mage or the Druid?" he quirked a brow, mildly interested.
"Druid, the Mage has tailoring, not enchanting." I corrected.
He blinked, "The druid is the one who has a demon servent, right?"
I wearily smiled, "No, that's the Warlock, Raph. Druids are the ones who shapeshift." I arched a brow. "They're not that hard to tell apart, you know."
He lightly snorted, "Well gee, Donnie, I'm sorry; maybe I had them confused because I aint Mikey." he snapped, anger and lack of a goodnight sleep starting to take effect, "I cant keep track of those darn- things of yours, cause I frankly dont see what's so interesting abotu them..." he grumbled. "I mean- Mikey, I can understand, getting addicted to some dumb vedio game is like him; but you? I thought you were smarter than this." he sneered.
I knew he was cranky, I knew he was irritated, and I knew he was just a little pissed at something else he wasnt telling, but goddamnit, this is not the time to bark at me! I'm willing to shove my Bo through his throat if he wont keep that damn attitude of his to himself!
Rubbing my templer, I knew I was too tired and angry to think stright, so I drew in a deep breath, "Why dont we talk abotu this tomorrow morning, Raph? I'm really too tired to discuss this right now.." I grumped.
He seemed to take the hint, the scowl eased and he looked a bit opoligetic, rubbed his face and then nodded, "Uh, yeah, sure... sorry about that, guess I'im more prone to lose it with lack of sleep." he grumbled, rubbing his eyes, and then prompetly turened away, "G'night Don." he mumbled, walking away.
"G'night, Raph." I replied, watching him go, before I headed to my own room. I guess I'll need to ask Mike to help me explain the game, I think Raph would appriciate it... with that thought in mind, it was soon forgotten just as my head hit the pillow, and my mind was in bliss...
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A/N: snippet of a story that just popped into my head.. we can say this is the middle part, with no beginning or an end...
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I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to clear out some of the dryness I felt coating them.
I know I should have been in bed hours ago, but I had been so absorbed in this game, I had gulped down one too many mugs of coffee while trying to stay alert for any possible setbacks, and because of that, I am now suffering a horrible case of insomania.
I've been nearly willing to bang my head against a brick wall in hope it would help me sleep, but I then realized- why bother? I'm so tired I'm too cranky and lazy to even get off this chair... maybe if I vegitate in front of the screen a little longer, I'd fall asleep anyway and save myself the trouble...
Well, of course, untill my bladder complained and demended I got off my tail to meet with the king of porseline. Feeling tight and uncomfortable, the urge to use the restroom was clearly felt. I pushed myself off the comforting chair- popping some bones as I moved, I realized how stiff I was, and hoped I wouldnt lose it before I got to the bathroom.
Thankfully, I managed and relived myself of the irritating tightness, but after I washed my hands, I heard noise outside. It sounded like the chains of the punching bag ratteling, so I figured I knew who it was.
Quietly I slipped into the dojo and watched him work out, looking pale and tired, but clearly unable to sleep. His movements were sluggesh, and clearly just for show, no real effort was put into them.
"Took ya long enough," he huffed, irritated, before he sent me a tired and cranky scowl. "how much coffee did you drink this time? A gallon?" he growled.
Sheepishly I shrugged, not bothering to point that they were just seven mugs.. it was one third of a gallon, considering the size of my mug to begin with, but who's keeping track?
With a huff he marched past me into the bathroom, the sound of rushing water told me he nearly broke the fauste again by twisting it too fast and hard- I really need to get around fixing that thing; and then the toilet flushing. Keeping busy I headed to my workshop to shut the computer off and get ready to try and turn in for the night, hopefully if I lay on the cool bedding it might sooth me enough to get drowzy.
"So what gives?" He then asked just as soon as he exit the bathroom, "I mean, you know sensei doesnt liek us staying up past three in the morning. IT always means we'll be late for morning practice." he grumped, rubbing a tired eye.
I shrugged again, "Sorry, got distracted looking for groups, farming reputation for the Scryed and skilling up my enchanting, totally lost track of time."
"Your Mage or the Druid?" he quirked a brow, mildly interested.
"Druid, the Mage has tailoring, not enchanting." I corrected.
He blinked, "The druid is the one who has a demon servent, right?"
I wearily smiled, "No, that's the Warlock, Raph. Druids are the ones who shapeshift." I arched a brow. "They're not that hard to tell apart, you know."
He lightly snorted, "Well gee, Donnie, I'm sorry; maybe I had them confused because I aint Mikey." he snapped, anger and lack of a goodnight sleep starting to take effect, "I cant keep track of those darn- things of yours, cause I frankly dont see what's so interesting abotu them..." he grumbled. "I mean- Mikey, I can understand, getting addicted to some dumb vedio game is like him; but you? I thought you were smarter than this." he sneered.
I knew he was cranky, I knew he was irritated, and I knew he was just a little pissed at something else he wasnt telling, but goddamnit, this is not the time to bark at me! I'm willing to shove my Bo through his throat if he wont keep that damn attitude of his to himself!
Rubbing my templer, I knew I was too tired and angry to think stright, so I drew in a deep breath, "Why dont we talk abotu this tomorrow morning, Raph? I'm really too tired to discuss this right now.." I grumped.
He seemed to take the hint, the scowl eased and he looked a bit opoligetic, rubbed his face and then nodded, "Uh, yeah, sure... sorry about that, guess I'im more prone to lose it with lack of sleep." he grumbled, rubbing his eyes, and then prompetly turened away, "G'night Don." he mumbled, walking away.
"G'night, Raph." I replied, watching him go, before I headed to my own room. I guess I'll need to ask Mike to help me explain the game, I think Raph would appriciate it... with that thought in mind, it was soon forgotten just as my head hit the pillow, and my mind was in bliss...
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A/N: snippet of a story that just popped into my head.. we can say this is the middle part, with no beginning or an end...
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