The Patchwork Onion
Whats yours is mine
"Huh, well I'm certain you'll get one of your ideals. But don't worry too much about it."
Sean flashes her as smile and a thumbs up before approaching the stone. As he approached, he felt the same feeling he had when he arrived. Something large and powerful that completely dwarfed him in comparison. Trying to shake this feeling, he placed both his hands against the stone. Waiting... and waiting.... and waiting... three minutes had passed and still he stared at the stone, his hands firmly placed against its side. After another minute he knelt down and tasted the water. Smiling he ran back to Mika.
"Hey! Hey Hey Guess what?" His smile suddenly dropped to a stone serious face. "That is definately water right there. Tastes as watery as water should."
Setting the bag down on the ground, he sat and looked up to her.
"Guess its your turn pal. No way both of us will turn out as nothing. Go get 'em."
Sean flashes her as smile and a thumbs up before approaching the stone. As he approached, he felt the same feeling he had when he arrived. Something large and powerful that completely dwarfed him in comparison. Trying to shake this feeling, he placed both his hands against the stone. Waiting... and waiting.... and waiting... three minutes had passed and still he stared at the stone, his hands firmly placed against its side. After another minute he knelt down and tasted the water. Smiling he ran back to Mika.
"Hey! Hey Hey Guess what?" His smile suddenly dropped to a stone serious face. "That is definately water right there. Tastes as watery as water should."
Setting the bag down on the ground, he sat and looked up to her.
"Guess its your turn pal. No way both of us will turn out as nothing. Go get 'em."