Before the start of the day, Trigger had woken to begin his work.
A few things needed to get done before they would allow him to go free and so he'd kicked Gully into action as well. Dragging the older sphintz out despite his bellyaching, but promised to cover Gully the next time he decided to sneak off to see his little girlfriend.
"Chff! I don't sneak off..." He argued around a yawn and stretched his arms up and over, folding them behind his head while they walked. The marketplace was still in the midst of arrangement and the daylight program had yet to kick into gear, leaving the overhead dome transparent to the eternal night skies beyond. Gully squinted sourly at this, thinking it a primordial sin to be up so early. Especially after a night of drinking 'til some unspeakable time and hardly catching more than three hours of sleep before this cretin thought it a good idea to haul his ass out of bed.
It was when Gully glimpsed in his direction that he saw Trigger side-eying him in that dubious manner, which made Gully look away. Guiltily. "... Well, I don't always." He corrected himself, then a thought occurred to him. "Why are you in such a bitch hurry to get this shit done?" Now it was Gully's turn to eye the smaller sphintz, craning his head in Trigger's direction to further emphasize his question.
But Trigger was as cool as a cucumber and responded without missing a beat, "I want to go to the library."
Gully exhaled a long, drawn-out groan, "nnnnnoooooooOOOOoooo! There is NO WAY! What the hell kinda book would you need, to be there at the crack of FUCKING DAWN?? Are you expecting a queue?? Is it the Book of Kur? Is there some kinda book signing?! This is fucking BULLSHIT!" His tone grew more irritable the more likely it sounded to be one of those things. There was no telling with Trigger. The guy couldn't lie, but he sure as hell made up for it with how vague he could be at times.
Gully needed food and while he squabbled with himself, Trigger went ahead and collected a couple of hot wraps from a stall. Gully couldn't function on less than minimum sleep, and even less so on an empty stomach. So when Trigger presented the steamy, meat filled pocket, he quieted down and grumpily accepted the offering.
"You're like a child," Trigger sighed while he nibbled at his own. He didn't need as much as his partner and after consuming a third of it, he offered what was left to the bigger sphintz.
