He was usually quick to remedy boredom when it would ail him, but he’d been lying down on Eleanor’s living room carpet for a good thirty minutes now, looking up at his hands as he made weird shapes with rubber bands between his fingers, creating and recreating abstract stars someone had taught him how to do when he was younger. But he’d stretched too far and somehow had one of them snap at his face, causing a sharp sting to hit his cheek and begin to mar it with a red streak. “Ouch,” he mumbled, and it was only then that he decided to toss the bands away and turn to his side so he could look up at his friend on the couch, wondering if she was still alive and breathing. “Ele,” he whined before sitting up. “I’m hungry, let’s get food.” ( @elegardner )
