Millard Fillmore Campfire: Afternoon

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

After leaving etiquette class, Worf felt... different.

The rain of glitter didn't even bother him any more. He felt good. Really good. In fact the day seemed very nice indeed.

It made him smile which... well coming from Worf is a little scary.

He stood out in the glitter rain, an arm outstretched to catch the glitter in his hand as it fell.

"What a glorious day!" he said cheerfully.

[Thanks to Diana, Worf is having a "Nice" day. Do with that as you will.]

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[lovemykilt]

After his shift at the diner, Priestly jogged back to the cabins, mindful of the glitter puddles.

He slowed down when he saw Worf hanging around outside.

He slowed down even further when he noticed there was something . . . off . . . about the way Worf was acting.

". . . the hell?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Good Afternoon Priestly," Worf said cheerfully tossing the glitter in the air to watch it sparkle. "How are you today?"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly flinched back, expecting the glitter to be thrown at him.

"Uh. Are you on drugs?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf let out a chuckle. "Not at all," he said with his deep voice reverberating in amusement. "Why would you think that?"

[lovemykilt]

Dude was freaking laughing. Holy crap.

"Okay, no, seriously, what the hell is with you?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Have you not noticed what a nice day it is today?" Worf asked. "It's not often you see glitter fall from the sky."

[lovemykilt]

"Yeeeeah. I'da kinda thought that'd piss you off."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Normally I could see how it would," Worf replied as he brushed off some glitter that was accumulating on his sleeve. "And this morning I found it rather aggravating. However I then realized that today is actually quite nice and that it should be enjoyed!"

[lovemykilt]

"You are on drugs. Or -- oo! Did the island swap your personality?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf let out a loud laugh. "Oh, Priestly. Normally your jokes would send me into a rage that I would have to quell so I wouldn't rip your arms off. But for some reason I find them amusing today!"

And that would be more laughter.

[lovemykilt]

Well. That was . . . blunt. "Okay, seriously, you're starting to creep me out."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"You got that right!" Leda agreed, walking a weaving sort of path, holding a bottle of what looked like milk in one hand.

She'd gotten a "care package" from Crystaviel today.