[ Though Locus is facing the television, he's not really paying attention at all. He's discovered he hates the movies and could really do without. They're mundane and he doesn't care about these fake problems that are easily solvable if these people weren't so blatantly stupid. And if there's one thing in the entire galaxy and beyond that Locus has no patience for, it's stupidity. So, his mind has since wandered from the 'will-they-won't-they-everyone-knows-they-are' "plot" of the movie. It hasn't been on anything in particular, the topics shifting before he can really grasp one fully to complete a thought.
Maybe this is normal. Sitting around with a partner doing mundane activities together with nothing pressing on the horizon. After doing certain things. To each other. For each other? Not that this is something he wants to make a habit of—sitting around and doing nothing—it's not the worst thing to do sometimes. Maybe it will help them both.
Sometimes. ]
Braid it.
[ It slips out as a low murmur and he didn't even really mean to say it. But it's still kind of damp and he'd rather it not stick all over his face while he sleeps. Locus clears his throat and glances back over his shoulder to get Felix in his line of sight; ]
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Maybe this is normal. Sitting around with a partner doing mundane activities together with nothing pressing on the horizon. After doing certain things. To each other. For each other? Not that this is something he wants to make a habit of—sitting around and doing nothing—it's not the worst thing to do sometimes. Maybe it will help them both.
Sometimes. ]
Braid it.
[ It slips out as a low murmur and he didn't even really mean to say it. But it's still kind of damp and he'd rather it not stick all over his face while he sleeps. Locus clears his throat and glances back over his shoulder to get Felix in his line of sight; ]
If you want to do this again, sometimes, you can.