Shaun Mason | Adaptive Immunities (adaptvimmnities) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-08-22 09:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~25 points, ~~georgia mason (afterthendtimes), ~~shaun mason (adaptvimmnities) |
Who: George & Shaun Mason
What: Reuniting and it feels so good.
Where: The gas station then elsewhere.
When: After Shaun's network
Warnings | Status: Zombies, death, feelings | complete
Shaun was nuts. He knew that for a while now, but apparently his ability to discern reality from not-reality was getting worse and worse. Which, if he thought about it, was very likely a good thing because then he wouldn't have to do anything about it. George in his head had gone mysteriously silent on him when he'd arrived, which terrified him; he didn't want her to go away or stop talking to him, because then he'd really go crazy. So imagine his relief when she came back. She was silent now though that Shaun had put the phone away, which was fine. He cracked open the can of Coke, tipped it in George's favor, and took a drink from it. The bitter acidic sugary sweetness hit the back of his throat and he sputtered a bit.
"How do you drink these things?" he asked, and held the can in his hand. She said he could get coffee though, so his eyes wandered toward the tiny inefficient machines that dispensed it. Congealed, bitter gas station coffee would perk him right up. And it saved him the trouble of having to think about what the hell just happened. He'd talk to George about it later, she always had an opinion and likely she knew more about time travel than he did. Pushing away every concern ever in favor of not taking responsibility, Shaun tossed the newly opened Coke into the trash and went about making himself a cup of coffee.
"Sorry, George," he muttered, ignoring the glance from the lady nearest to him. There was never a good way to explain he was talking to his sister. Coffee achieved, Shaun took a drink and sagged in relief when the coffee scalded its way down his throat. "What now, George? To the apartment?" She was still quiet. Ten minutes. He could wait.