#oh! palabrotas is 'language' btw

[afarcryfrommymain]

WIP,,, day? It's Friday night, and I'm in a hotel room

Tagged by @adelaidedrubman

Ethan and Aphid back at it again

On a closer look, it's someone who's probably from Prosperity, I think they've been calling themselves Scavengers? The point is that he's not New Eden and worse for his situation. He's not a highwayman. It looks like a shake down. Either he didn't give the highlighter pink and electric blue adorned highwaymen what they wanted, or they decided to just beat the shit out of the poor guy for fun. Fucking Assholes.

"Hey! What's going on?" Ethan whispers to me and scooting forward to get a better look himself, "Oh shit,"

"palabrotas, hijo!" I whisper shout at him, panicked but still trying to keep him from swearing so much, "and be quieter,"

"What are they doing to him?" He asks, wide-eyed, "who are they?"

"It's those langostas, locusts, that your Father and I have been discussing as of late," I tell him, unable to hold back my disgust over them, "Highwaymen, cruel and prideful shitheads,"

"What do we do?"

He asked what I was trying to figure out. I should just walk away and go back to hunting with Ethan. Forget about this and just move on. But he'll die if I do that. He'll die.

I don't know him. Why does that matter so much when I have never met him? Why can't I just walk away?

"Fuck." I growl, "fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"What happened to palabrotas!?" Ethan remarks.

This is the one I was talking about that pairs with some art I had been working on, which is finished! Just gotta write now. Which is a thing I can do Yep yep.

(I don't have anyone to tag sry TvT)