literal mcpriceley trash

plane ii

Arnold snuffled in his sleep. Kevin was wide awake, accompanied by a cup of hardcore black coffee, no sugar!! Because he was a HARDCORE MORMON!!! with HARDCORE TENDENCIES like DRINKING COFFEE!!!! And waking up at SEVEN instead of SIX THIRTY!!!!!!!!! And wearing SHORT SLEEVES and JEANS WITH CHAINS BECAUSE KEVIN IS SO HARDCORE.

Dang mate.

Kevin picked up Arnold's video camera for the second time that day and switched it on.

"The time is 11:47 AM. At least, in Uganda. My watch hasn't been adjusted yet. We are on the plane back now, Arnold is sleeping, I'm wide awake with a coffee in hand. Black, no sugar, good old caffeinated bean juice. I'm looking forward to going back home. I can't wait to see all my brothers again, and all my mission brothers and yeah."

Kevin focused on the view out the window, which was basically clouds and more clouds.

"We're over... somewhere right now, but it's super cloudy and I can't tell where we are."

He turned the lens back to him.

"Once, Connor thought it was gonna rain when he saw all these clouds, like an unusually high number, so he sent us out all over the village to patch up any holes in roofs with, get this, rolls of duct tape. So we did, and Arnold's first stop was Nabulungi's house, of course. But they spent the entire time talking and I ran out of holes to patch, and I'd already spent a good two hours pretending to patch nonexistent holes so Arnold and Naba could talk more because I'm an awesome friend, and in the end, I had to basically rip them apart."

Kevin laughed a little.

"It didn't end up raining that week, but I guess it's the thought that counts, and Connor's full of good thoughts."

Arnold stirred in his sleep, and Kevin quickly shut off the camera, putting it back on Arnold's armrest.