Makai Dashiell
Mining Idiot
Bare feet padded on sleek,exotic hardwood flooring at the sound of a knock. Makai had still been in bed, clad in his Captain Atlantis pajamas. The hotel suite was still quiet, save for the snoring of his Dad. That was really loud. Making his way over, Makai opened the door even though he wasn't supposed to.
A tray holding a cereal box, several bowls and milk sat on a cart. So did a large basket of fruit, covered with a bow.
His little brows furrowed with confusion. Carefully, he pulled the cart inside and shut the door once more. The boy seemed to stand back, staring. Was he supposed to eat this? People brought food to your room without asking? Trying not to knock anything down, Makai pulled a piece of his favorite fruit out of the basket. A note came fluttering down and he stooped to pick it up.
There was only so much he could read yet. He picked out the words SUPER, fun, and Miss. He didn't know the rest, perhaps one seemed like Miss Ar-cen-now, but he couldn't be too sure.
Fruit in hand, Makai went running into the other room, practically leaping on the bed. The boy quickly settled in and started to munch on part of the fruit basket, juice running down his chin and onto the orange pajama shirt. His free hand held a card near his father's face, a little too close for comfort.
"Daddy, whats this say?"
A tray holding a cereal box, several bowls and milk sat on a cart. So did a large basket of fruit, covered with a bow.
His little brows furrowed with confusion. Carefully, he pulled the cart inside and shut the door once more. The boy seemed to stand back, staring. Was he supposed to eat this? People brought food to your room without asking? Trying not to knock anything down, Makai pulled a piece of his favorite fruit out of the basket. A note came fluttering down and he stooped to pick it up.
There was only so much he could read yet. He picked out the words SUPER, fun, and Miss. He didn't know the rest, perhaps one seemed like Miss Ar-cen-now, but he couldn't be too sure.
Fruit in hand, Makai went running into the other room, practically leaping on the bed. The boy quickly settled in and started to munch on part of the fruit basket, juice running down his chin and onto the orange pajama shirt. His free hand held a card near his father's face, a little too close for comfort.
"Daddy, whats this say?"