Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2014 5:19:24 GMT
The harsh rays of the mid-day sun drenched the sandy air of the Western Frontier. It was the middle of nowhere, a wasteland plastered smack dab in between the Fortune Teller's Desert and the Western Capitol. While the environment was only rush in sharp boulders and sand, it was a short commute by car into the city, where Quiche was currently working. Rokiro had his first day off in a long time, and it was the first time in weeks that he and Sanbah could clear the sand off the roof. The father and son spent most of their day with brooms in their clutch, doing the best to knock all the dust off what used to be a vibrant, and slightly luxurious home. Of course, the blistering, sandy winds had faded the lush red paint down to a mild looking salmon color. Regardless, the inside was what counts, a pure oasis in the center of the dusty boondocks. As Sanbah brushed the broom back and forth over the roof, More and more sand flung on to his coat, his hair, and his mouth, but after nearly 18 years of being stuck in the desert, he was pretty much used to everything that the harsh environment could throw at him.
Sanbah reached for the canteen hooked to the belt loop of his pants, and took a swig of the water, but promptly leaning over the edge of the roof, spitting the liquid over the edge.
"You're not going to drink it? You know I slaved over a cold faucet to bring you that." Rokiro said facetiously.
"Yeah, and swallow all of this sand? You've made me inhale that crap trying to respond to every smart alec quirk you throw at me." Sanbah threw the canteen over his shoulder and let his canteen slide down the roof to his father, who caught it at an incredible right before it fell off the side of the house.
"I bet you thought I didn't have it in me, son."
Sanbah, while slightly laughing at his father's smart-assery, was beginning to be fed up with Rokiro's retorted.
"Calm Down, Sanbah. Perhaps he just forgot that I'm not like mom..." he thought to himself.
"Sure, Mom and Dad are successful, but between Dad managing a factory in the city and Mom working as a secretary, They don't spend too much time together. That's why dad always tries to make me laugh, he hates to just waste time when I'm with him. He loves me."
Sanbah took a deep breath, and let the tensity in his shoulders out with his air. He picked up his broom again ans continued to sweep.
As minutes and minutes passed by, Sanbah and Rokiro managed to clear a huge spot of sand off the middle of the roof, just in time to set up a picnic. Rokiro's watch struck 1:00 and he threw his broom off to the side, jumping off the house shortly after. Sanbah followed suit and took off his work boots and work clothes, continuing into the house to wash his hands and head to the kitchen. The 18 year old walked into the kitchen and opened the refridgerator door, pulling out a plastic container of sandwiches and two bottles of soda, while his dad retrieved chips from the pantry.
Sanbah reached for the canteen hooked to the belt loop of his pants, and took a swig of the water, but promptly leaning over the edge of the roof, spitting the liquid over the edge.
"You're not going to drink it? You know I slaved over a cold faucet to bring you that." Rokiro said facetiously.
"Yeah, and swallow all of this sand? You've made me inhale that crap trying to respond to every smart alec quirk you throw at me." Sanbah threw the canteen over his shoulder and let his canteen slide down the roof to his father, who caught it at an incredible right before it fell off the side of the house.
"I bet you thought I didn't have it in me, son."
Sanbah, while slightly laughing at his father's smart-assery, was beginning to be fed up with Rokiro's retorted.
"Calm Down, Sanbah. Perhaps he just forgot that I'm not like mom..." he thought to himself.
"Sure, Mom and Dad are successful, but between Dad managing a factory in the city and Mom working as a secretary, They don't spend too much time together. That's why dad always tries to make me laugh, he hates to just waste time when I'm with him. He loves me."
Sanbah took a deep breath, and let the tensity in his shoulders out with his air. He picked up his broom again ans continued to sweep.
As minutes and minutes passed by, Sanbah and Rokiro managed to clear a huge spot of sand off the middle of the roof, just in time to set up a picnic. Rokiro's watch struck 1:00 and he threw his broom off to the side, jumping off the house shortly after. Sanbah followed suit and took off his work boots and work clothes, continuing into the house to wash his hands and head to the kitchen. The 18 year old walked into the kitchen and opened the refridgerator door, pulling out a plastic container of sandwiches and two bottles of soda, while his dad retrieved chips from the pantry.