Shawn Spencer (psychic_visions) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-11-01 00:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | nathan young, shawn spencer |
Who: Shawn Spencer and Nathan
What: Random things.
When: evening.
Where: community kitchen
Warnings: probably language and childish antics. IDK.
Shawn had never been so bored without Gus around. He missed his best friend. The Tan to his Black and Tan. Die Harder, Squirts Macintosh, he had so many nick names and no one to use them on. No one understood him in Lawrence like Gus did in Santa Barbara. If he called the complex residents some of is cleverly thought out nick names they'd probably get the wrong impression. Shawn was the type of person who was always making things up. Rarely serious even when he should be. The apocalypse was around the corner, he should be learning all about demons and trying to fight them but in reality he just couldn't bring himself to care.
He was sitting at the kitchen table with a smoothie in his hand, jotting down different nick names to be remembered when or if he ever got to go back to Santa Barbara and see Gus again. So far he had a few that amused him. Sher Black Lock was at the top of his list and circled in red pencil. There were a list of others on that sheet of paper, but only the top five were really very funny. Why couldn't the complex lighten up? Demons shemons.
When his smoothie ran out he frowned a little. "Aw." And shook the can as if doing that would magically bring it back.