Shego lounged on the couch. It was practically a crime, the way itd been pouring down outside for days. The middle of summer, and suddenly a monsoon. God.
Hey, Doc, why dont you cook up a weather way or something useful? she called across the room.
Are you going to steal the parts? he countered sleepily from his chair, a half-read issue of a scientific journal flopped over the upholstered arm.
Tch. Yeah, right. She shifted onto her side, hugging one of the throw pillows. It was too humid to move, and the patter of raindrops on the roof suffused the atmosphere with soft white noise.
Drakkens journal finally dropped to the floor with a dull slap, unheeded by both of them. Shego closed her eyes, just for a second, just because they felt so heavy.
“The Importance Of Being Idle” – Oasis