With his right foot planted in the floor he moved the seat in slow weeny wiggles, hither and thither, short horizontal swings described languid arcs about half a radiant, there and back. V’s bent left leg put across his right knee provided its ankle as a kinda pad to place the bottom of a beer can clutched by his right hand. Yes, sure, the pad and bear, both consumed and not yet, were on the go, hither-thither, as well as the rest in the contraption (assemblage of organic and inorganic matter) except for the V’s right foot. Dead slow. To and fro.
Into the meeting place of two walls, diagonally farthest from the computer corner, was squeezed one more, regular, desk coupled with a wooden hardback chair. The neat cylinder of black mesh holder—the translucent plant-pot to grow exactly one stick of a catty-corner pen—stood in the center beneath the slim stem of touch lamp rising obliquely from the black tiny slab of a power bank. The harsh aspect of the sheeny desktop was partly mitigated by the green scroll of a synthetic yoga mat dropped near its right edge. A couple of wall sockets, the lamp under the ceiling and, certainly, the door exhaustively completed the room interior.
’Oh, I see,’ here 2ic used a kinda Oxbrigean finicky articulation. ’In general, making friends presupposes meeting certain preconditions and possessing a number of necessary prerequisites, does it? Now, being sufficiently lazy and too libertine for watching our respective mouths made us created for each other, huh? Have I omitted anything, I wonder?’
’The basic recipes might always be enhanced by whimsy fancy of a cook.’
’And what additional nutrient spices our case?’
’How about hatred?’
2ic placed his bear can back onto the floor an crossed his arms over his chest.
’Holy cow! I do know you mean whatever you utter. V’s jests are not just jests. So would you clarify please?’
’Hate is a super bond in interpersonal relationship of any kind. Ours is not as well. It’s hate that makes you want the girlfriend of your buddy so badly. And you should surely hate a chum who makes a cuckold of you.’
’That’s crazy!’
’Nope. Just wiping dust off our sentential logic. To spend time pleasantly.’
’Well, I never…’
’ The use of “should” does not turn the predicate obligatory true. Besides, I know you did not fuck her. It was she who laid you up, my friend.’