May. 5th, 2008

segaboybrodie: (If it isn't mon frere.)
Brodie was a big fan of routine.

Wake up, do the one handed-salute if he hadn't spent the night with Eden, grab breakfast in the kitchen, then look for comics on the shelf. That was the morning deal, island hijinks non withstanding. Cause it was kind of hard to look for Fantastic Four comics when you were suddenly transported to Marvel Land or to the FUCKING JUNGLE.

Or when your roommate thought you'd tasted his neck meat in the middle of the night.

Crazy fucker.

Slightly battered dixie cup in hand, and still in t-shirt, bathrobe and boxers, he went to the rec room, checking the shelf for the tell-tale width of a comic.

It was a goddamn art form, getting the fucking thing to give him shit that he actually wanted. One that required concentration.

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