Location: a grassy patch near the burned down house of 103
Summer. The perfect time for…well, not much, really- in Faust’s opinion. The only thing Summer was good for was wearing ugly button-up shirts. Unfortunately he only had one of those left; he suspected that every bisexual, enby, and middle-aged father had snatched up all the available Hawaiian shirts the minute the apocalypse hit.
Well, he’d wear the hell out of his shirt anyway. It already had a few holes in it, but it was nothing Bobbi wouldn’t be able to patch up. Probably.
Speaking of, Bobbi was the only reason he was currently sitting outside “soaking up the sun”. She’d told him he was looking a little too pale. He’d made some snarky comment in response that had earned him a thwap to the side of the head- he couldn’t quite remember what he’d said. But it’d been enough to get him off his ass and get him outdoors.
He was sitting on a patch of green grass that had sprung up from the ashes (literally), just next to 103. The grass was a bright patch of green amidst the ashy, grey, desolate reminder of what had happened several months prior.
Hey, where else were you gonna kick back and relax?
Faust cracked an eye open when a shadow fell over him, squinting up to try and see who was blocking his sun. He took the cigarette out of his mouth (one of the last he had stashed) and said on an exhale of smoke and a forced smile:
“Hey.”
Summer. More specifically, an American summer. After returning home from war it was the small things like specific seasons that one begins to appreciate. Summer in Afghanistan was two things, hot and dry; for four months out of the year, even the nights are warm, so not even dusk can soothe the sweltering heat of the desert.
Dorian had always enjoyed being outside no matter the weather, he liked listening to the sounds of nature and feeling the breeze caressing his skin. Today was no different as he wandered though Sanctuary sporting his usual combat boots, cargo shorts and a slouchy black muscle shirt with dropped arm holes that showed off his relatively toned figure quite nicely. He was also wearing a pair of ray-ban style sun glasses that he had managed to keep safe since before everything went to shit.
Seeing Faust outside enjoying the sun, he figured he ought to say something, considering that the two had barely ever interacted before. He walked over to the other, his large figure completely overshadowing that of Faust. The smell of the burning tobacco made his mouth water, he swallowed hard before speaking, “Enjoying the sun I see? You definitely look a bit too chipper to be sitting next to the torched corpse of a house, a beach might be better suited to your aesthetic.” He chuckled, a soft grin lighting up his face momentarily as he attempted to break the ice.