Snippets 2

"You think there are other creatures out there aside from us?" she asks, out of the blue.

He looks up from the newspaper he was reading. He wasn't really reading anyway. She's too distracting. "You'd be arrogant to think we're the only creatures existing with intelligence."

"Quoting Nietzsche again? Don't you have any original thought?"

"Why? Do you?"

"Fuck, yeah!" and she stabs the air to make a point.

"And what is that thought, o mighty one?"

She paused. "I'm an original thought."

He snorted. "I highly doubt that. You're one of a kind, sure but you can't be quantified as an original thought."

"Yeah, but think of it this way, if I'm one of a kind and someone thinks of me, then I'm an original thought."

"You're demented. And that was stretching it." He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Nope." She grinned. "That was freaking creative."

***

"Stop working and talk to me."

"If someone could get a job then that certain someone can stop being bored and will not have to bother me."

"I have a job!" She said indignantly.

"That's not a job. It's a hobby that pays."

"Well, excuse me if writing online porn is not your idea of a job. God, your standards are impossible to meet." She pouts.

"They're not just my standards. they're the entire world's. Not everyone is a sex starved maniac."

"Says the hypocrite."

"Why is my approval necessary?"

"Because it's yours. That's the only reason."

"You don't really need my approval for anything, you know." he bit out.

"I know." She said quietly. "But I want it."

For a moment there, he thought he hurt her.