Steven Rogers (ex_stevengro92) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-06-19 13:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, steve rogers, ~steve rogers (preserum) |
Who: Steve squared
Where: The park
What: Having a chat
When: Wednesday afternoon
Rating: Low
Open: No
Status: Ongoing
Steve was spending a lot of time in the park. The allergy medication that was available thanks to modern medicine made it easier for him to be outside more. And he liked sitting in the park and drawing. It cleared his head. Sometimes he wouldn't really look at the paper as he drew, just let his mind wander and his hand do what it wanted. Some of his best sketches had come from that. He'd been kind of rattled ever since he sang that song. It wasn't true. He knew that Steve was still him on the inside. But there was something in his head that kept telling him that his other self was better. More liked. More appreciated. And it bothered him that he could actually be jealous of himself. He hoped that drawing in the park would calm him down, and maybe a conversation. So he sent Steve a quick text and asked him to meet. They definitely needed to talk. |