Post by Bently Witte on Jan 3, 2013 22:50:52 GMT -5
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In a rude fashion, Bently had claimed an entire couch for his short person. He was in the commons of the academy dormitories, where he lived during the school year, and he was grumpy. There was nothing unusual about Bently being grumpy; the unusual factor of the situation was that he was in the commons, without his weapon.
Lately, Bently had been acting up. He attributed it to that run-in with Death the Kid he'd had previously, but he couldn't be sure. All Bently knew was that he was acting out of character by deliberately putting himself in social situations. And he needed to stop. Bently didn't like people! He didn't like their company, he didn't like their faces... He liked absolutely nothing about other human beings. He hardly liked his family and Hugh.
Sighing, Bently shifted on the couch so he was lying on his back with his arms over his eyes. He yawned and arched his back slightly before flopping down on the couch again, his body lying limp. Part of him really wanted to get up and leave but the rest of him didn't want to go hide in his dorm. He felt the sudden need to prove himself... Just to himself. Groaning, Bently moved again, rolling so his back was to the commons and his face was to the back of the couch.
He stretched out absently, happy to have a three-seater couch to himself for once. He was glad there was no one for him to share it with and that no one had asked him to move over. That would irritate him.
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TAGS . . . anyone
WORDS . . . 276
NOTES . . . Bently's a prick.
CREDITS . . . lyrics credit to Attic Attack, template made by Megaru @ Caution 2.0
