Urban Canyon
Time froze.
Renly knew he was too slow, yet he still turned around anyways, enough to see the world turn to jelly. Enough to smile, baring teeth. Life, memory, they don't flash by too quick to catch. They merely ooze in this limbo. It's all right, though. Renly had made his peace, at least that was his last thought when the whole world turns to red.
Shaking his head, the young man stood up from his crouch, yanking his headgear out of the way. He grins.
"Gee, Zack, do you always have to go for the head?"
"What, don't like my style?"
"You owe me some asprins, buddy."
"And you owe me some lunch. Come on, I'm hungry."
Renly shakes his head. "What do you need lunch for?" He gestures towards Zack's none-existant potbelly. Red paint flicks onto Zack's black t-shirt, already splattered with other colors. "You're already too fat, old man."
Zack pooches out his belly. "Yeah, old salt-and-pepper like me stomped all over you."
"Yeah. Six and five. You won by one. Woopee. I can still beat you in counterstrike," drawls Renly.
"I'd like to see you _try_."
"You're on."
"Another lunch?"
"Suits."
"Come on, let's get the girls."
Renly knew he was too slow, yet he still turned around anyways, enough to see the world turn to jelly. Enough to smile, baring teeth. Life, memory, they don't flash by too quick to catch. They merely ooze in this limbo. It's all right, though. Renly had made his peace, at least that was his last thought when the whole world turns to red.
Shaking his head, the young man stood up from his crouch, yanking his headgear out of the way. He grins.
"Gee, Zack, do you always have to go for the head?"
"What, don't like my style?"
"You owe me some asprins, buddy."
"And you owe me some lunch. Come on, I'm hungry."
Renly shakes his head. "What do you need lunch for?" He gestures towards Zack's none-existant potbelly. Red paint flicks onto Zack's black t-shirt, already splattered with other colors. "You're already too fat, old man."
Zack pooches out his belly. "Yeah, old salt-and-pepper like me stomped all over you."
"Yeah. Six and five. You won by one. Woopee. I can still beat you in counterstrike," drawls Renly.
"I'd like to see you _try_."
"You're on."
"Another lunch?"
"Suits."
"Come on, let's get the girls."
