Static

by Cadence

drab·ble (drab´'l) n. :  a story exactly 100 words long, excluding title     Meryl hadn’t really believed it the first time she’d seen it. Blinking, she’d just ignored the last of Vash’s daily ritual - after all, it wasn’t seeing him get dressed that she cared for - and just turned her attention to tracking down that damned toothbrush that always seemed disappear from their joint possessions. She pretended that she hadn’t seen the bright flame of electricity flickering around his hand to favor the utter normalcy of early morning.

    But later, she couldn’t deny it. Sucking on a finger bitten by static, she stared as him.

    Vash shrugged, "It works better than hair gel."