Monologue

Orange.


N-n-n-o... peach.


Dude. It's too bright to be peach.


Um. Okay... peach with a light behind.


*rolls eyes* Peach with a light behind. Uh huh.


It is!


It's the sky. It always has a light behind it. And what kind of lame-ass colour is peach-with-a-light-behind, anyway?


It's not a colour. *spreads hands* It's a... feeling. An experience. It's like poetry. *pauses* Or something. *flails arms*


Uh huh. Sure.


It is!


*long sigh* Okay, yeah, whatever. Peach with a light behind. Poetry. Experience. Got it. *snorts*


*encouragingly* That's it.



*exchanged grin*