A Green Tinted Sky

[Clownpiece]

“Christ...” Somerled muttered to himself weakly, his coughing finally fading away. Somewhere during that one, he thought he had heard voices. Friendly? Arguing? He couldn’t tell, he was too busy trying to keep his lungs inside his chest after all. After being out of the loop for what seemed like no more than a minute, it was to his surprise that, when he straightened back up, he found the two people pointing guns at each other. Or rather, the soldier had her hand on her gun, the man had actually drawn his, and neither looked particularly happy about this arrangement.

“Damn, everyone’s getting all up in arms over nothing important today,” his other half whispered. Somerled took several very deep breaths, trying to the best of his ability to not go absolutely fucking ballistic. He swore, if his powers weren’t so limited, there’d be a typhoon ongoing with how angry he was.

“Well I’m not mediating it,” the monster growled, “And if you want to try it, well then I guess you can go and fondle a cactus.”

“You included,” Sonny added dryly. To this, Somerled had no response. He simply chose to continue watching the festivities, seething quietly.