The summer heat is lingering around the foot of mountain Dariya. All living beings seems to have suddenly disappeared, leaving only the faint sound of the dancing leaves to be heard.
On the hill not far from Dariya lies the wooden mansion owned by the Fenther family.
Currently there's only one Fenther as far as the eye can see.
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Rodium peeked into the living-room hiding behind the wooden frame. His roommate, family servant and only friend opened a drawer full of folded clothes consisting of mostly robes.
"Rodium, we need to untie and change your current robe, it's getting late" Yima said and looked between a folded pile.
Rodium flinched a bit thinking he'd been caught sneaking behind the entrance and proceeded to slowly back away.
The moon gave a soft blue light to the dark hallway just enough to give Rodiums hair a radiant glow.
"Rodium, could you come here for a second?"
Yima said while grabbing a pair of boxers with a white and blue striped pattern that he found in between a black robe.
He unfolded it and frowned upon realizing it was his own pair.
"What is it? I'm a bit busy right now" He yelled back to Yima down the hall to the opposite direction of the living room, as to make it seem he was in the office room two doors away.
Listening for an answer, Rodium looked over his shoulder contemplating wether or not he should do a run-for-it to the office room. Yima had already made his way to where Rodium stood and stretched out the boxers in front of him.
The white haired boy turned back only to be met by a pair of dazzling striped boxers brushing against his nose.
"Ah... Yima... you finally found your missing boxers!"
"In your drawer, yes. May i ask what they were doing there?" Yima raised a brow at him.
"They were doing a perfectly fine job serving a Fenther, y'kno" he replied reaching his hand to grab them.
Yima quickly pulled his hands away before Rodium was able to take a hold of the boxers and hid them behind his back.
"No! You shouldn't be using mine, it's not hygienic... and I know you don't like it when i say this but a Fenther shouldn't be wearing fabrics of low quality, let alone a family servants pair"
"Oh come on, you are too hung up on formalities and what not, its in the past, I told you you don't need to be like that with me!" Rodium frowned and slightly pouted his lips, staring at Yimas calm face. He reached out his hand motioning it to tell him to give them back.
Instead of putting the boxers onto Rodiums open palm, Yima grabbed his hand with an iron grip and yanked him into the livingroom. Rodium barely let out a surprised yelp as he was dragged to the drawer.
"Now, I suggest you wear this one for sleep, its fabric is thin and will let your skin breathe"
He didn't wait for Rodium to give an answer and roughly pulled at the ropes and fabrics wrapped around his waist.
They had been skilfully arranged by Yima earlier that day. Every morning he would help Rodium wrap the bandages around his calves and tie all the strings and ropes needed for the robes. The robes were not the only type of clothes Rodium would wear but usually Yima would suggest he look more noble in front of other people to prevent them from badmouthing him.
