‘Another day, another… Well that it’s it. It’s definitely another day.’
Opening his eyes and rising up into a sitting position, Ai, allowed himself a few moments to collect himself before getting on his feet and heading to the washroom. Upon completing his morning rituals, the boy reentered his room to find it in a state of disarray. As if by magic, in the short amount of time the boy had spent washing and preparing for the day, his room had seemingly upturned itself. His bed was flipped, his desk drawers and their contents scattered haphazardly across his floor, which minutes ago had been spotless. Best of all were the tripwires, one about shin height in the door way, followed by several more of varying heights throughout his room. It would be a challenge to successfully navigate the maze of traps, even for the skinny boy. Luckily, he was well practiced in the art of thwarting his brother’s schemes, them being a daily occurrence. This time they seemed to go above and beyond their usual amount of effort, nearly tripling their output of traps. This concerned the young student, if his brothers got any better they might actually succeed for once in their efforts of pranking their young brother.
‘My brothers… I have to hand it to them, that was fast, even for four sets of hands.’
Stepping carefully over the first wire, the boy turned on his heel and addressed the first trap. A simple ink trap was connected to wall, just beside the door frame. ‘That would have been messy.’ Ai observed casually as he set to disarming the rig. Laying it aside, Ai set to following trip wires to their source and carefully disarming each trap, thankful that his brothers didn’t have the mental capacity to trap their traps.
As soon as the boy was confident that his room was once again safe to move freely in, he set about righting the wrongs his siblings had committed to sanctuary. As annoying as it was, Ai took the opportunity to reposition a few things he hadn’t gotten around to, such as organizing his tomes by subject matter and positioning his bed next to his window for easy escape from any brotherly night ambush he may have to endure.
Satisfied with his own space, Ai did a quick walk about the house, scooping up various laundry and rubbish and rubbing smudges and skid marks out of the floor and walls. His brothers were a messy bunch, that was for certain and without their younger brother around they would all suffer the wrath of their father. But that’s what little brothers were for, testing techniques and slave labor.
Right?
Opening his eyes and rising up into a sitting position, Ai, allowed himself a few moments to collect himself before getting on his feet and heading to the washroom. Upon completing his morning rituals, the boy reentered his room to find it in a state of disarray. As if by magic, in the short amount of time the boy had spent washing and preparing for the day, his room had seemingly upturned itself. His bed was flipped, his desk drawers and their contents scattered haphazardly across his floor, which minutes ago had been spotless. Best of all were the tripwires, one about shin height in the door way, followed by several more of varying heights throughout his room. It would be a challenge to successfully navigate the maze of traps, even for the skinny boy. Luckily, he was well practiced in the art of thwarting his brother’s schemes, them being a daily occurrence. This time they seemed to go above and beyond their usual amount of effort, nearly tripling their output of traps. This concerned the young student, if his brothers got any better they might actually succeed for once in their efforts of pranking their young brother.
‘My brothers… I have to hand it to them, that was fast, even for four sets of hands.’
Stepping carefully over the first wire, the boy turned on his heel and addressed the first trap. A simple ink trap was connected to wall, just beside the door frame. ‘That would have been messy.’ Ai observed casually as he set to disarming the rig. Laying it aside, Ai set to following trip wires to their source and carefully disarming each trap, thankful that his brothers didn’t have the mental capacity to trap their traps.
As soon as the boy was confident that his room was once again safe to move freely in, he set about righting the wrongs his siblings had committed to sanctuary. As annoying as it was, Ai took the opportunity to reposition a few things he hadn’t gotten around to, such as organizing his tomes by subject matter and positioning his bed next to his window for easy escape from any brotherly night ambush he may have to endure.
Satisfied with his own space, Ai did a quick walk about the house, scooping up various laundry and rubbish and rubbing smudges and skid marks out of the floor and walls. His brothers were a messy bunch, that was for certain and without their younger brother around they would all suffer the wrath of their father. But that’s what little brothers were for, testing techniques and slave labor.
Right?