[THE SCENE: it's a hot summer night, around 2 AM; Maera worked today and got off shift around 7, came home, threw together an easy cold meal because fuck the heat, took a cold bath because fuck the heat, went out for ice cream because fuck the heat, and went to bed earlyish because fuck the heat. And then he couldn't sleep, half because fuck the heat and half because fuck PTSD. Around 2 he wakes up from a very light doze with a jerk and realizes this isn't working out, so outside he goes, in his underwear. Who cares, right? Hopefully Chou isn't having a rough night too.
But someone else is. The unmistakable pacing figure catches his attention right away. Maera strolls over, wiping his sweaty bangs back out of his face.]
mid-July
But someone else is. The unmistakable pacing figure catches his attention right away. Maera strolls over, wiping his sweaty bangs back out of his face.]
Yo.