ag rith sna bláthanna buí

an ghaoth ag séideadh

'Lá leadránach a bhí ann, le spéir dúghorm agus lena ghaoth ag séideadh..'

[It was a boring day, with a navy sky, and the wind blowing]

Faolán motioned with his hands, gracefully-- but quite comedically given the circumstance.
He was describing the day outside, while him and the group had laid themselves amok in a bedroom.
It was a normal weekend for the four, though I haven't introduced yet;

Faolán:
He/him
18

(Pardon the OMUBSUS))

(And pardon smearing lmao))

Iarlaith:
They/he
19

Robhartach:
He/ey/xe
18

Oilleóg:
He/him
18

'Tusa leadránach'
[You're boring]
Robhartach husked out.
He was stretched out over Iarlaith's bed on his stomach, with his legs over Iarlaith's lap.

Iarlaith themself had been sitting with their back against the wall adjacent, staring at the bare ceiling.

'Laith, what're you thinkin' about right now?' he bent his neck around to look at them.

'...What?' Iarlaith mumbled under their breath.

'Thoughts, Laith. Gimme.'

'Oh. Um.. I dunno, maybe it's just all you.'

Robhartach swung his legs off and back onto the floor, standing up in front of Iarlaith in such a way that it blocked the light.

'Y'know I could fucking toss you out that mf window, right?' He pointed his left arm out to the big window.

'Yeah..' They said, their head tilted down, but only then to pick it back up with a 'but will you though?'

Robhartach harshly sighed and scrunched up his lips, trying to hide the smile growing on his face.

'Can you's shut your faces for a sec. Wanna go wander around town or something? I'm fucking bored as shit.' Faolán chimed in from his sitting position in the corner.

'I don't mind it a lot, sorry, just, uh, can I suggest maybe we go to a forest or something? I just like them a lot hehe..'Oilleóg weakly smiled, leaning back against the desk

Faolán turned his head and looked up at him.

He blinked.

'Yes.'