Some days were easier than others.
Then some….he spent limping back to Cya’s junkyard-side home feeling as if he’d had the full sum of a city tower dropped on him. The sort of tired feeling that ate into strained muscles and torn skin with vicious little barbs; sharp as a hypodermic needle without any of the numbing effects.
The saving grace was that the yard was a good midpoint between the city and his own hideaway, and Cya was usually lurking with sympathy and bandages for those bad days.
"Not such a good look for you," his teal-haired friend remarked when Static came dragging in decorated with caked sand and a few new stray laser-burned spots in his already worn clothes. There was a mutter in reply, too parched for water and choked with sand to muster up a reasonable retort.
Shortly after, a canteen in hand and most of his thin form sprawled in a chair in the back of the little shack the resident tech-spaz called home most of the year; watching listlessly while said figure darted amid the shelves to gather supplies, Static savored the chance to catch his shaky breath.
He didn’t even try to keep up with Cya’s motions with more than a lifted brow; while his friend had energy to spare he was planning to devote his own to recovery; in a few days time he was heading back to the routes so the longer to nurse those burns and sore spots the easier the trek.
"Food," Cya chirped in passing and somehow there was suddenly in Static’s lap something in a can that he freed the spoon from and ate without awareness of taste or sense of want; just need for energy.
There were channels to check and a haul of new bits of tech odds and ends to sort out, food to count and check and plans to make; but he wasn’t going to make it that far at that point.
Cya snatched the empty can when he dropped it as the lure of sleep urged his sunburned eyelids sluggishly down, metal inches from hitting the floor before it was rescued, and tossed it to a shelf; returning back to his quiet scurrying and tinkering with the new shiny pieces of this and that while silence filled the cluttered little building.
Never lasted long, the peace and quiet after the storm, but what really ever did anymore?