Outgrown

It was too early in the morning, but the oppressive heat already drained him. The breeze whispered in his ears. It was enough to lull him to sleep, but the blistering heat blanched him to wake. And the sun beat down mercilessly.

Van’s face was long and tired. He was made waited for couple of minutes. He wanted to get inside to figure out what he’s doing but he won’t. Alastor blasted him with his several constructs, that plucky attitude already spelled a lot trouble.

Van swept off the beads of sweat accumulating on his forehead. He looked at the door and with a harsh breath, Van shouted. “Al! You dickwad, don’t make me wait here outside.”

“Ah! Dammit!” he returned.

Heavy footsteps trailed down and the door snapped open, then slammed it back and closed. Alastor’s face were dripping wet.

“I was looking for proper weapons to give to you.”

“Hold up.” Van raised a hand up. “So you left me for 10 minutes just to scour your junk?”