hyakinthos
Word Nerd
(I wasn't sure whether to tag it with 'fandom' or not, seeing as how we're only using the setting... Oh, well. I won't get sued. Probably.)
Aaron stretched his back out, crossed his legs at the ankle, let them fall back. He took a sip from his sweating bottle of beer, he set it back down on the table. It was another quiet Friday afternoon at the creaky old duplex, just past five and without any plans until at least eight.
He always did like this sort of time, when he could put his feet up and relax without worrying about it being wasted. After all, what are you going to do before the bars open up? He wasn't the type for dinner dates. The creaky wooden deck chair and the daily newspaper were as good a diversion as any.
He was just settling into the sports section when he heard it-- an odd rustling in the woods behind the back garden. He thought little of it, probably some sort of deer. There was a pretty big group of them living in the woods back there, always getting into the overgrown tomatoes in back-- he supposed it'd go away, and turned right back to his paper. He was having a minor crisis of conscience, anyway-- the local team had just obliterated his hometown team in the playoffs.
Aaron was in the middle of wondering whether or not he should be pleased about this when the brush rustled again-- this time louder, and out popped...
A couple kids?
"Um," he managed, laying the paper aside. "Hey, there, ah... Are you lost?"
Aaron stretched his back out, crossed his legs at the ankle, let them fall back. He took a sip from his sweating bottle of beer, he set it back down on the table. It was another quiet Friday afternoon at the creaky old duplex, just past five and without any plans until at least eight.
He always did like this sort of time, when he could put his feet up and relax without worrying about it being wasted. After all, what are you going to do before the bars open up? He wasn't the type for dinner dates. The creaky wooden deck chair and the daily newspaper were as good a diversion as any.
He was just settling into the sports section when he heard it-- an odd rustling in the woods behind the back garden. He thought little of it, probably some sort of deer. There was a pretty big group of them living in the woods back there, always getting into the overgrown tomatoes in back-- he supposed it'd go away, and turned right back to his paper. He was having a minor crisis of conscience, anyway-- the local team had just obliterated his hometown team in the playoffs.
Aaron was in the middle of wondering whether or not he should be pleased about this when the brush rustled again-- this time louder, and out popped...
A couple kids?
"Um," he managed, laying the paper aside. "Hey, there, ah... Are you lost?"