Axel:
His mother would be looking for him. Would she be worried? Perhaps shred a tear or two.
Not likely.
It was his birthday tomorrow. Axel would be turning 15, what does it matter. He's stuck here. With a silent 12 year old, a vile traitor he suspects to be 'perfect' Zeke and Tallie...
Zeke was better then Axel at everything. No matter what he does.
_
"Mornin." Sighed Tallie. As she descended from the comforts of her cold tent. Axel fiddled with his metal cold fingers. "Oh, Axel." A abrupt slip in her neutral tone as she turned to stare him down.
Her eyes looked tired yet they always seemed vibrant and exited. Her rough hair bounced of her back as she walked. The boldness of her brown streaks, striking poses in the unwelcome sunlight.
"Happy birthday." She said forcing a bit* of a smile.
"birthday pickle?" I soft but high pitched voice whispered behind him.
"Whaaa-" Axel said turning to see Satine holding a sea pickle. Entranced by its usual shape.
"I've never had one before." Satine raised her voice an octave. Still transfixed on the slimeish green finger.
"Hey you have it." Axel said smiling.
A good start to the day.
Authors notes:
* The smallest measurement ever.
Pickle! ;)
End of author's notes :)
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