Ted (i_worknumbers) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-12-29 10:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | jack heart, ted earley |
Good tidings (open)
How could he not be happy? It had been a long time since something weird had happened in the City. He'd had a very nice couple of holidays with Charlie and their cat. He was teaching at the City Institute a couple of days a week. He had a couple of investment clients that were very satisfied with what he was doing for them. There was very little to be unhappy about. Currently.
The pessimist side of him kept wondering when the other shoe was going to drop, when he was going to end up on the bad side of something. But it was easy right now to push that side away and make it shut up.
Today he'd decided he was going to take a stroll. The weather was warm. As if it was still spring. Though, he'd noticed, that's the way that it was most of the time. Occasional rain, some wind, but for the most part, it was like they were in a controlled environment. Always the perfect temperature. Until the City threw some big snowstorm at them, or like that massive storm a few months back. Ted supposed that not having to deal with that kind of thing all the time made up for the few days that they did have to.
Really, this place wasn't all that bad in the end. It sure as hell was better than prison. Though, honestly, Ted was confident that living in a sewer was better than prison.
Ted stopped to look in a store window and admire some things inside. He knew that technically he could go in there and buy everything he was seeing, but it still felt a little weird. He still thought of it as Charlie's money. Charlie's house. It was like he was living Charlie's life. He wasn't used to just doing what he wanted with all of it.