My Plushie (SeaChaos)

Part 1 - A Rough Life

~Nanners' POV~

Just like always the sky brushes along a wave of dust floating in the wind, bringing along a warm breeze along with the dust only paired to annoy the people. The people around squint and wave their arms around at the dust as if it will prevent the small particles from entering their eyes, an unlikely event. When you've lived in such a warm desert for a majority of your life, the way the air brings only warm waves complimenting the sun rays you become accustomed to such a thing. It's no longer the heat that bothers these people but the irritation of the sand particles which seems to love entering everybody's eyes and block their vision. Another wave of wind comes blowing along, followed by the people blocking their faces and gripping onto the common straw hats people wear around here. My own cold hand rises to the side of my eye, preventing whatever I can from irritating my vision which unfortunately but predictably fails and I have to blink several times to get the annoyance out of my eyes. The very ground which I stand on seeps heat into the sole of my shoes though it no longer bothers me, though to tourists who wear too much are always told apart by their dashing through the sand and sigh in relief when they reach a shaded area.

Fortunate for them there are plenty of small market places which surround the streets and have their own personal shades. Rugs also cover the floor in most areas, though covered in sand most of them manage to deflect the heat which the sand causes to the shoes. I step forward into the thin sand, leaving a small dent in the seemingly perfectly shaped sand into the shape of my shoe. The people around are too busy with their own lives to even spare a glance towards me, not that they would in the first place. Glancing around through the small shops I notice one familiar larger figure motioning dramatically to the shop owner who seems distressed with the man's actions. I ignore the situation and glance over to another shop where I find another familiar figure, also speaking with the shop owner but this time it's a happy redhead who gladly claps and says something happily. Wow, hitting with the ladies? That's a low blow I didn't expect him to take. Meanwhile the last familiar man is sitting seeming nearly bored at a stand, irritating the owner with his boredom. 

After wandering around the several shops I sigh, too tired to deal with this so early and also having found no interest in anything anyways. Nothing good today, just like it has been for a while now that I think about it. Having nothing to do I give up finally and duck into the darkest area of the small town, also the coolest luckily. I sigh in frustration with the cold wind pounding on my face, the cold always having failed in being an even slightly comfortable feeling. Collapsing onto the carpeted floor I glance at the dark roof created out of sand stone just as every other building in town, being the only type of stone we really have, and it always succeeds in warming everything up even more. Sitting up abruptly I sit back and grab a random banana from the bowl we kept on the counter and lean back on the wall, watching the door carefully until, as I expected, the larger man stumbles in and quickly shuts the carpet behind him, being our entranceway.

"I got it man, loot," Diction announces, holding up two bags of what I could assume to be all sorts of goodies only a thief could have, or a shop vendor. I laugh at his enthusiasm and motion for him to bring it here, which he refuses to do, holding tightly onto his own tan bags.

"No way man get your own. I know you're a sucker for diamonds," Diction complains and my interest is instantly peeked.

"Did you say diamonds?"

"God damn it Nanners!" Diction shouts when he peeks into a bag and notices a diamond missing. I laugh and hold up the small stone, flipping it through every one of my fingers to purposefully tease the angry man. He immediately charges to me and snatches the small stone from my grasp though while he's busy on the one I slip my other hand to take what feels like five more and stash them behind my back. Diction complains and nags as he inspects the small diamond and walks back, taking his two bags with him and setting them on his desk.