Feb. 14th, 2010 08:46 pm
Drabble-Month: Day #14
It’s a little known skill of Wensley’s, all magic and numbers and elusive skills that has Brian always marvelling. Now, at eighteen, he is ready to bow down to the incredible cult of math that Wensley is clearly the head of. “We should get you a hat,” Brian says, nibbling on the eraser-end of his pencil as he stares at the mess on his page.
Really, if Adam had wanted to do something good for the world way back when in Lower Tadfield, he ought to have just erased math from the world. In one fell swoop, all accountants would suddenly smile and not exactly know why.
Brian thinks that’d be just grand.
“For god’s sake, would you just pay attention and stop mentally designing hats for me,” Wensley begged and Brian always did like to hear Wens begging because it had a good timbre to it, just like hats had a lovely way of mussing up his blonde hair that Brian liked looking at.
He sighs happily, mind so far from Accounting that it’s in America enjoying a good scoop of ice crème alongside the deviant mental thoughts of Wensley in hats and begging.
“You’re hopeless,” Wensley finally announces, shaking his head and closing the book with a hard slam.
“Yeah,” Brian agrees because he knows that much. “But you love me for it.”
Which is a fact that Wensley hates, but Brian adores, and neither side of that is likely to change anytime soon.
Really, if Adam had wanted to do something good for the world way back when in Lower Tadfield, he ought to have just erased math from the world. In one fell swoop, all accountants would suddenly smile and not exactly know why.
Brian thinks that’d be just grand.
“For god’s sake, would you just pay attention and stop mentally designing hats for me,” Wensley begged and Brian always did like to hear Wens begging because it had a good timbre to it, just like hats had a lovely way of mussing up his blonde hair that Brian liked looking at.
He sighs happily, mind so far from Accounting that it’s in America enjoying a good scoop of ice crème alongside the deviant mental thoughts of Wensley in hats and begging.
“You’re hopeless,” Wensley finally announces, shaking his head and closing the book with a hard slam.
“Yeah,” Brian agrees because he knows that much. “But you love me for it.”
Which is a fact that Wensley hates, but Brian adores, and neither side of that is likely to change anytime soon.
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