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Time: July 26, 2000
Place: Front steps
Status: Locked for Wensleydale
Summary: Brian broods

Brian usually had energy to spare. It was sort of a constant; some minor law of the universe. The Brian Particle was always characterized by energetic behavior and a trail of crisp packets.

But he wasn't feeling very bouncy at all. He wasn't tired, and his muscles weren't stiff, but he felt worn out somewhere inside. He'd brought out a rugby ball and tossed it around, spinning it up into the air and catching it, but he'd lost interest in that.

It was seeing Adam and Pepper fight like that. It was being so mad at Adam himself. It was not knowing what Adam wanted or how he was going about things. Brian could usually muster quite a bit of faith in the unofficial leader of the Them, but that wasn't working. Something of a crisis, really.

How could Adam let that happen? Had he just not seen it?

What if Pestilence (or was it something else?) wanted a bit of him?

And now he was just sitting on the front steps to the manor, looking out over the grounds. The sun hadn't set yet, but it was getting there, sort of darkening without being pretty. It made his stomach sort of sink in him, like a rock weighting him down.

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"I saw. She floated a cup." Brian wrinkled his nose. "Very flashy," he said, which was his way of being jealous about it. He'd like to be able to float things.

He shifted absentmindedly closer to Wens, who was warm, and sighed happily. Lying down like this, his nose was right up next to the grass, and it smelled lovely.

"...wish I had a sleeping bag right now," he said with a sigh.

"I think it's warm enough out here for now," he mumbled, looking up at the few stars visible through the branches.

"Mmhmm." Brian shut his eyes. "Just a little sleepy." All the sitting still he'd been doing had thrown his body off. Made him something. What was the word? Letharic or something like that.

"It's getting late," he replied reasonably, looking up at the few stars seen through the tree branches.

"Mm-hmm." It was. ...did he have to do something about that, or was it just a fact? He'd figure it out in a moment. He was comfy.

"No need to move anytime soon," he said, half to himself. It was a particularly balmy evening, they were comfy...why move?

"Oh, good. I'm glad you're smart." Brian snuggled into the grass and stopped thinking. Not quite asleep, but certainly a long throw from awake.