I just stayed up later than I should have writing something that may not be even good 'cause I can hardly think... I am so tired XD I would love to say something more, but I think I should be getting to sleep. Peace and love, peace and love, and I am now 5144 days old =D
I was reclining in the back of the bus,
the seats aranged in a circle. Favio and Jasperaine had fallen asleep
somewhere, Jasperaine's legs stretched across the isle. It was very
late, I was surprized I was up. Hariban and Farika were also on the
bus, Hariban face down on the seat across from me, Farika behind a
curtain we set up (we may be strange, but we're gentlemen, at least I
am). Miko was somewhat awake, next to me, trying to move a lock of
hair out of his face with his tounge. This went on for about
thirty-six minuets until Hariban started screaming in his sleep about
his “secret dish”, we all didn't have any clue what that was
about.
“That was bloody anoying.”
Jasperaine laughed,
“Don't even know what that was about”
Hariban shrugged, “I was having a dream about cows.”
“We should really get back to sleep,
might have to do something tomorrow...” Favio yawned.
“You guys go ahead, I ain't really
tired.”
“Suit yourself Liten...” They all
made their way towards the front of the bus. I studdied the barren
landscape outside for a while, barrely lit from behind the
headlights. Wonder if I ever lived in a place like this...My
pondering was inturrupted when someone suddenly sat down in the seat
next to me.
“Sorry if I startled you, I can't
sleep well either...” It was Farika, her sky blue eyes still bright
in the night, reflecting the pale moon.
“No, it's fine, I was getting a bit
bored...” I folded my bony hands together awkwardly, looking over
at her tangled red hair.
“I find that hard to belive,” she
smiled, leaning back, “You seem to always be thinking of
something... Cleaver, arn't you?”
“They do say I'm a cleaver laev... An
ugly one at that...” I chuckled, trying to fix my dark tangled mess
of a beard.
“Don't say that- You look gorgeous
compared to those fat pigs they seat at the top of society these
days,that's for sure.” she laughed quietly- then suddenly became
aware of what she said. “Oh, I didn't mean it like-”
“No, your right, the leaders of the
government to tend to get ugly as they inbreed.” I said, intirely
serious. She cracked up.
“Ah... I don't get why would anyone
would ever want to not listen to you guys... If nothing else you guys
are entertaining!”
“I try my best, that I do. I just
hope we don't come across as flippant- I mean with you, you can just
see your passion- but sometimes we must seem like a joke, don't we?”
She just laughed at that.
“The others, maybe... Jasperaine in
particular, but the things you do... there's passion in that.
Besides, your also an entertainment group, have to give the public
something.”
“I've always wondered about what
exactly that something was that we're giving to the public... What
did you think before you got into all this?”
“You gave me a ticket to join a
revelution. Though I didn't get to hear much about you, being as
remote as I was, I heard about four men going against the whole
world. Figured I could do it too.” She took a bottle out of a bag,
“Bit thirsty with all this dryness... Want a drink?”
“I don't really drink on these
trips... Get motion sickness real easilly anyways...”
“Oh, no, it's tea, don't get too
excited!” she poured a bit in a cup, “Guess you'll be wanting
some?”
“Well, now I might... Not anything
suspicious in that tea, is there?” I smiled.
“The mysterious mint plant- Known to
drive a man insane.”
“Sarcasm, I can dig it.” I took the
cup.
“So, how have you been liking the
countryside so far?” she joked, making a jesture to the endless
plane of sand out of the window.
“Makes my nose itch. Other than that,
it's as exotic as Jasperaine's shorts.” I made her laugh again,
still grinning. “You know, I can't tell if you think what I'm
saying is funny or you're just laughing at my accent.”
“What do you think?”
“I actually think it's my mustache.”
“Or it could be your vest.” she
giggled, pulling on one of the beads.
“What's wrong with my vest? I made
this thing famous, you know.”
“Don't these strings get tangled in
anything?” she grinned, twisting one of the thin strips of leather
in her thin pale fingers.
“Is this some sort of undercover
interview, or do you just really want to feel my vest?”
“Sorry, just a bit tired...”
“You can try it on, if it makes you
happy. Smells like dirt and sweat though. Essence of Liten Aravid.”
she laughed, eyes sparkling. “I know you've been eyeing it, looking
in my direction, I'm going to safely assume it's the threads and not
me.” I slightly laughed, jokingly taking the vest off and handing
it to her.
“Bit big, does smell like sweat,
dirt, smoke, car paint... Has a nice feel to it though...” she
smiled soflty, smoothing out the piece of clothing.
“Next you're going to want one of my
shirts.” I held out the rim of my sleeve. She stroked the fabric,
down my arm and brushed the dark palm of my hand.
“Where do you get your strange
clothing?”
“Markets all around the weirdest
places you've ever scene, call 'em the hippie capitals of the world.”
she laughed,
“Well, better give this back to you
then,” she slipped the vest off, pulled the sleeve past my arm,
wrapping it smoothly across my shoulders, slipping on the other side,
slow and sweet, her long fingernails brushing against my right
shoulder. I leaned back, looking over.
“Are you sure you didn't put anything
in that tea, 'cause I'm feeling something like I havn't felt in a
long time...”
“Only what you put in your curry.”
“Is that when it started?” She her
smiling eyes seemed
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