timezones

hatboy wakes us all up before midday.

no one can believe it.

ninjagirl nearly cuts his vitals off.

xil, who had been sleeping in front of her door, merely offers to shoot holes in him with her ray-gun. hatboy points at his sporran of anti-raygun-doom.

she sighs. “You super-sidekicks are no fun at all.”

xol spent the night in my bed. i’ve been in a chair beside her, watching the throbbing vein in the side of her neck. there’s something soft about that vein.

i wonder what it carries.

blood? water? spooky martian goo?

hatboy pokes his head through the door. “it’s time to get up.”

“i didn’t get down yet.”

“then you won’t notice the difference.”

i couldn’t argue with that one.