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fandomhighdorms2009-03-18 10:37 am
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roof - wednesday noonish - 3/18
Liir had called in for work today.
He never missed work unless he was a kitten, but today, he couldn't summon the energy to want to do anything, even cook. He supposed that was a bad sign, that he couldn't even fall into the familiar and soothing patterns of menial labor, but there wasn't much he figured he could do about it.
His father was leaving. Almost certain death was preferable to his presence, apparently, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. And to top things off, last night had been wonderful; the stories, the knowledge, the affirmation of who and what he was. All the nights with his father would probably be wonderful.
Until he left.
Liir couldn't stand being in his room and, unfair to the poor puppy, couldn't stand to look at Makejoy any more than it took to do his minimum duties for the day; even then, the walk had been short. Instead, he was up here, broomless to prevent him from doing something stupid, looking out at the rest of the school, thinking highly uncharitable thoughts and wondering if it was times like this that made people turn to religion.
[open as a roof is]
He never missed work unless he was a kitten, but today, he couldn't summon the energy to want to do anything, even cook. He supposed that was a bad sign, that he couldn't even fall into the familiar and soothing patterns of menial labor, but there wasn't much he figured he could do about it.
His father was leaving. Almost certain death was preferable to his presence, apparently, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. And to top things off, last night had been wonderful; the stories, the knowledge, the affirmation of who and what he was. All the nights with his father would probably be wonderful.
Until he left.
Liir couldn't stand being in his room and, unfair to the poor puppy, couldn't stand to look at Makejoy any more than it took to do his minimum duties for the day; even then, the walk had been short. Instead, he was up here, broomless to prevent him from doing something stupid, looking out at the rest of the school, thinking highly uncharitable thoughts and wondering if it was times like this that made people turn to religion.
[open as a roof is]