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head_psychic) wrote2008-05-04 04:34 pm
head_psychic) wrote2008-05-04 04:34 pm
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It is the most logical thing in the world to climb into Gus' bed. He can structure this decision, analyze it and back it up with enough evidence to make even his dad proud.
First, the couch, however comfortable, does something to his back that after a few days can be called nothing but 'slow replacement of internal bone structure'. So when he starts stretching all day long, accompanied by the soft, rhythmic cracks, he knows it is most likely time for a change.
Second, the cushions seem to have gotten in touch with mutagen ooze lately, turning them into a vicious, inanimate and unfortunately not nearly as hot (the inanimate part being a big factor here) version of Storm. Cushion-Storm in turn has made it the final course of vengeance to hunt down his hair, making him cry out whenever his static electricity tortured soul has to bear a look in the mirror.
Movement is a big factor, too. Ever since that dreadful night in the cheap motel room Shawn finds himself with flashbacks of his nightmare, the pictures burned deep into his eidetic memory. He doesn't know why those memories seem to graze a switch in his brain that tells his muscles to move and heave his body around until it fails to connect with anymore solid couch ground but hits much harder floor ground instead. But it does and it's annoying.
Yes, it is the most logical thing in the world that he climbs into Gus' bed.
They are married and when you are married the only reason you're banned to the couch is for being dense, a cheater, the cause of a big fight, you snore or you are a bad lover and Shawn can't place himself into any of the above categories (even if the husband in discussion isn't the source of evidence for that last bit). Besides, what if a nosy reporter decided to break into his friend's apartment tonight? Or worse, a private detective working for the IRS? Shawn has no interest to appear on the front page of the SUN magazine. Or pay two million dollars. Or both.
So the only solution clearly is to move his stuff over to the bedroom. Action and reaction. Cause and effect. It is the most logical thing in the world that he climbs into Gus' bed. He could write a top report on his analysis.
He will get to the snuggling part in the morning.
Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 410
First, the couch, however comfortable, does something to his back that after a few days can be called nothing but 'slow replacement of internal bone structure'. So when he starts stretching all day long, accompanied by the soft, rhythmic cracks, he knows it is most likely time for a change.
Second, the cushions seem to have gotten in touch with mutagen ooze lately, turning them into a vicious, inanimate and unfortunately not nearly as hot (the inanimate part being a big factor here) version of Storm. Cushion-Storm in turn has made it the final course of vengeance to hunt down his hair, making him cry out whenever his static electricity tortured soul has to bear a look in the mirror.
Movement is a big factor, too. Ever since that dreadful night in the cheap motel room Shawn finds himself with flashbacks of his nightmare, the pictures burned deep into his eidetic memory. He doesn't know why those memories seem to graze a switch in his brain that tells his muscles to move and heave his body around until it fails to connect with anymore solid couch ground but hits much harder floor ground instead. But it does and it's annoying.
Yes, it is the most logical thing in the world that he climbs into Gus' bed.
They are married and when you are married the only reason you're banned to the couch is for being dense, a cheater, the cause of a big fight, you snore or you are a bad lover and Shawn can't place himself into any of the above categories (even if the husband in discussion isn't the source of evidence for that last bit). Besides, what if a nosy reporter decided to break into his friend's apartment tonight? Or worse, a private detective working for the IRS? Shawn has no interest to appear on the front page of the SUN magazine. Or pay two million dollars. Or both.
So the only solution clearly is to move his stuff over to the bedroom. Action and reaction. Cause and effect. It is the most logical thing in the world that he climbs into Gus' bed. He could write a top report on his analysis.
He will get to the snuggling part in the morning.
Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 410
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His eyes light up with an excited gleam. "We beat nature! Sweet!"
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He wants to argue with that, but doesn't know where to stand. So Gus just let's the idea sink in. "Well, maybe. But then again, that could be a sad thing. I mean, nature, the natual order. Animals and people do things a certain way, because that's what they do."
Somehow Gus fell between one of the little cracks of the system, fell there with Shawn. And although he knows he made the right decision, he wonders what else that means.
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Shawn pushes himself up a little. "Nature, huh. Let's take this Darwin guy for example. You know, survival of the fittest and all that? Well, we survived Jimmy Nickles, so either he was wrong or we are just more awesome than his theory. What else, natural order? Overrated! Who wrote that down anyway and do they have paperbacks? Because I bet you twenty bucks that I could totally rewrite it."
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For once Gus makes up his mind not to overthink every little thing, and instead wiggles back down into the covers. He looks up at Shawn. "Are you laying back down now?"
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