Gotta Have Me Some Fun (Open)

[mesic]

(Woot. I have the first D3 thread here. xD )

Tark Ogenki
here he is!

Birds tweeted in successful attempt to pierce through walls and windows, a myriad of musical notes. The sunshine intruding in the abode splashed the room with distinguishable colors, bringing life to short-lived darkness. Everything ranging from the television set to the dust particles, imbued with essence that started every morning and ceased by the time night fell. Slow at first, energy was just returning and would pick up as the hours crept on by. It all was jump-started with people and animals.

Daybreak came, and a groan gave the room the final kick of life, along with the shuffling of sheets. Something rolled around on the bed, tossing, turning, making a bigger mess of the covers. Many times they were kicked off, revealing a tussle of blue strands resting on top of suffocating, cushy pillow. The man twitched his eyes scrunched his face then cracked the eyes open, letting out another indication of displeasure out of his lips. He tossed them after seconds of trying to fight and exposed his naked torso. Sporting only boxers for the nether regions, the eighteen-year old propped himself up to a sitting position and blinked with half-shut eyes, smacking the mouth. The male turned around to the edge of the bed then proceeded to stand slowly.

He got ready for the day, doing all the social necessities in the bathroom. Going down the stairs, the man kept skipping steps and jumped off the second-to-last one. Greasiness wafted to the olfactory sense, and the young-at-heart licked his chops with devilishness.

Entering the kitchen, a young adult man sat at the table while reading a book all the while taking tears out of a piece of fried meat strip. The lady worked at the kitchen diligently with a stained apron wrapped around her small body. She would move a pan back and forth over the stove and let the sizzles penetrate the silence between both figures. With the light of the big glowing star outside and the hovering bulb above, the area was lit in yellow coloring, occasionally broken with the brown cabinets and table. The woman started to hum a tune, still concentrating on the frying bacon in the pan.

The youngest of the three snatched a strip off a grease-soaked paper towel. He said his greeting to the two old figures, and they reciprocated the daily introduction back.

With some crunchy meat munched, he started, "I'mma go out."
The man chuckled, "Yea. Go get a job, ya lazy bum."
Snicker. "Oh shut up, Dad. You ain't the pants of this family."
"I'm still making more than your lazy ass."
The woman had laughed. "Now, now. He has a point though, Tark."
"Meh. I will one day, Ma. Maybe when someone needs me for testing coms."
"That would be wonderful. Now get out here, ya rascal."

The blue-haired individual took up a knife and stole another piece of bacon before heading out the door into the light. The neighborhood was commonplace: little children here and there, adults walking around with grim expressions on their faces, pre-teens hand-in-hand, and new adults - like himself - exploring the new freedom. The little new freedom they garnered from turning the age that was considered the start of adult life, the thrill of obtaining privileges.

Shrug. The male started down the street while tossing a knife up in the air - with a tiny angle forward - and catching it either by the blade or handle. Only when he turned at a corner did he stop chucking the kitchen appliance. He kept a rhythmic pattern with his feet, a smirk plastered on his face.

Upon making it to a huge tree, he gazed at its majestic nature prior to climbing. By making use of the strong limbs, the young fool hiked up to the tallest and toughest branch to perch on. There, he laid and stared up to the sky, squinting at the intense brightness. Fingers rubbed the smoothness of the blade, collecting a tingling sensation up the arm. Smile.

Wish I could do this everyday.

(Feel free to do whatever to him. ;p )