“Thinking of depressing things has its..” Harrison stopped for a moment, biting the top of his lip as he tried to find the exact word he wanted to use. “Uses.” Okay, so maybe that wasn’t the best word, but it was the one he could think of.
From under the couch, he ruffled his hair, particles of dust mixing in with the smoke of the joint. “It tasted like Narnia.” Everything he said had this undertone of boredom, and Harrison probably wouldn’t even smile if the circus came running through. That is, not unless someone got stepped on by an elephant.
He nodded as he took the joint back, taking a long drag with his eyes closed as he adjusted himself to be comfortable. “Yes. Hot.” He opened one eye, much like an annoyed monk would open an eye if a young child started poking him in the face.
“We burn easily, we overheat easily, even in the winter we can get too hot. We reflect heat, we retain heat, we give heat. We’re just hot. Summers are horrible. Winters are still warm.”
“… uses,” remy repeated, utterly and totally bemused. if she was someone that used facial expressions, she would have narrowed her eyes. but being the absolutely monotonous human that she was, she just stared at him blankly. “uses. interesting…”
she glanced at him sideways for moment, mulling over the word ‘narnia’ in her head. “what the hell is narnia? and what does it taste like?” it had sounded familiar, as it rang in her ears, but she couldn’t place it. and she, like him, had only slight tinge of interest in her voice — the rest of the time she ended up sounding totally disinterested regardless of whether she really was or not.
‘yes. hot.’
while waiting for proper explanation, she kicked her feet back and forth, seeing as they didn’t reach the ground when they were dangled off the side. she looked at him still, and unsurprisingly unamused. “and this hot thing, it happens for all white people?”
