What more could I loose? // awsamponk

7 - Ponks crying corner comes in clutch

Today ponk would actually do something other than sulking in his room.

Surprising, I know.

Right now, he sat outside on a bench just outside his house, watching the sunrise. He woke up really early, which was odd for someone who went to bed at midnight.

His sleeve was balled into a fist over his hand, for the middle of summer- god it was still cold in the mornings. He looked down, the sunrise was basically over, now what? It's not like he could do much. He sighed as he stood up, bending down to pick up the small basket he'd carried out here with him.

If there was one thing he could still do with only one arm (with still a lot of struggle) was to go to his lemon tree he'd planted at his house awhile back, which now had lemons he'd never bothered to pick until now.

It felt a little odd- the last time he'd ever actually done something outside was a week ago, with foolish, where they basically reenacted Moana.

He stood in front of the lemon tree- seeming to lose all motivation for what he had planned. He groaned in annoyance, wondering why life was so difficult. He sat down, placing the basket down next to him. He rested his back on the tree, looking up at the sky- for how bright it was outside that didn't seem to stop the cold breeze that made ponk shiver slightly, looking back down at the grass.

Ponk couldn't help but sigh. What now? He no longer knew what to do. Every day was the same. Sam or not, his life still sucked without his arm.

Though, today would be different than the rest.

Ponk reluctantly got up after a good ten minutes. He didn't bother with the lemons- he was too cold to do anything other than walk inside and shut and lock the door. Ponk sat down on the couch, sighing to himself- this did not help his boredom in the slightest.

After a couple of minutes of sitting there- almost like he was waiting for sam, who said he was coming in the afternoon, he heard a knock on the door. Which was odd- it was like..seven in the morning, who even would be h-

"Oh- ponk? Your awake?" Foolish tilted his head as he walked in. He shoved the keys back in his pocket, shutting the door behind him. "It's pretty early, why aren't you asleep?"

Ponk stared at him, he locked the door. Ponk blinked, "you- you have a key to MY house!?" Ponk quickly stood up, god he was still so cold.

Foolish stuttered with his words, putting his hand up in defence, though it's not like this short one-armed man could hurt him either way. He chuckled nervously, "for- FOR the record I just- I need to grab something-"

Ponk stormed over to him, shoving his hand in the pocket and taking the keys. "Okay but, sam gave me that key so-"

"What." Ponk looked up at foolish, an unimpressed look on his face. Why the hell did Sam have a key? Now he'd have to get a new lock. God, life was so hard.

It took him a minute to calm himself down, shoving the keys in his pocket as foolish nervously rubbed the back of his neck, he found people shorter than him a little scarier than normal people. One-armed people seemed also more intimidating. Ponk was a scary guy, for an armless man.

Ponk sighed, he looked away for a moment before back at foolish. "What are you even doing here, I was about to have my daily mental breakdown."

Foolish blinked, putting his arm down. "I mean, I came here assuming Sam was here, as he wasn't at the prison. He took my trident! My poor, poor trident.."

Ponk rolled his eyes, "I don't know where he is. He had told me he was at the prison but- I guess he isn't there." He heard an annoyed groan from foolish before a repeated head banging on the door, as he mumbled something about how this was the third trident that he's taken.