The 60s, and 70s, and 80s.. all the way until now, a rapid, flip-book of technological progress and culture wars. It's already seemed to go by too fast for Daniel to comfortably keep up with— something he had a period of complaining about, until some guy with a George Bush hat on agreed with him, and then he dedicated himself fully to the task of maintaining familiarity with contemporary beats. Fuck that. Fuck sitting on a porch somewhere in Montana and watching the wind ruffle the tall grass, fuck thinking it's nice when time doesn't move so fast.
Just live, and like it. Or don't live, and take a nap for fifty years, and then have fun puzzles to do when you wake up. Daniel doesn't know if he'd ever be able to hibernate, but even the prospect of doing so is kind of interesting. Is it like coming out of a space ship onto a new planet after being in cryosleep, like some weird space movie? Is it like being lost in the dark? He wants to know. He wants to know everything.
Daniel pinches Armand's side for his bad joke, playful and tickling.
"Yeah, yeah, you're the coolest."
It'd be more mocking if he didn't mean it. Armand is the scariest thing in the world.
The hotel isn't too long of a walk away, but it is still a walk. But the night air is nice, and they get to be in public together, and Daniel gets to look relaxed and happy about it. The scariest thing in the world, and he's got his arm linked with Daniel's, deceptively beautiful, but horrible, a nightmare of a monster that's devoured thousands of lives. And he makes bad jokes.
Into the hotel, into the elevator, finger to button, and up.
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Just live, and like it. Or don't live, and take a nap for fifty years, and then have fun puzzles to do when you wake up. Daniel doesn't know if he'd ever be able to hibernate, but even the prospect of doing so is kind of interesting. Is it like coming out of a space ship onto a new planet after being in cryosleep, like some weird space movie? Is it like being lost in the dark? He wants to know. He wants to know everything.
Daniel pinches Armand's side for his bad joke, playful and tickling.
"Yeah, yeah, you're the coolest."
It'd be more mocking if he didn't mean it. Armand is the scariest thing in the world.
The hotel isn't too long of a walk away, but it is still a walk. But the night air is nice, and they get to be in public together, and Daniel gets to look relaxed and happy about it. The scariest thing in the world, and he's got his arm linked with Daniel's, deceptively beautiful, but horrible, a nightmare of a monster that's devoured thousands of lives. And he makes bad jokes.
Into the hotel, into the elevator, finger to button, and up.