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What time is it?

Thrash’s mind was clouded with sleep, but this one thought managed to break through. He raised his weary eyes to look out the window. It was early, about 10:00, he could tell from the way that the sky was only slightly lighter then usual. He let a groan escape him. Not wanting to rise quite yet, his thoughts went to getting more sleep.

He turned over slowly, trying to make himself comfortable again Next he knew, there was a shock of blue hair in his face. He was startled for a moment, raising one eyebrow, the remembered. He had spent the night at Drak’s. They must have fallen asleep when Thrash was trying to teach him Falmetongue. Drak had slept sitting on the floor next to the couch.

Thrash sat up, careful not to disturb the other male, and got off the couch. He then looked at the paper scattered about on the floor. Kneeling, he picked one up. A picture of a boy with short green hair, pale blue eyes and several piercings stared back at him. This was someone that Thrash had caught not long ago.

Digging further into the mounds o paper, he found a pen. He turned the green-haired boy flat on his face, scribbling something, then setting the paper next to Drak on the couch.

Goodbye.

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Bathe. That’s what Thrash needed to do. He hoped that his brother wasn’t already in the spring out back of their house. He moved to the back, looked out a window, and found the spring empty. “Good.”
He ran and grabbed a towel from the back hall closet, ran outside, and took a quick look around. The spring wasn’t fenced in, and every now and then people would hide in the surrounding trees trying to catch a glimpse of him or his brother nude.

Seeing and sensing no one, he stripped and got into the spring. The water was freezing, but he didn’t care. He just wanted some time to think. When was the last time he hunted someone down? He couldn’t remember. He needed to hunt again, needed the pay.