okay, so, if you send "six word story" to my inbox, i’ll pick a random one from the siteand write a drabble/starter for our characters based off of it
The man dragged a chair around and set it down in front of the table where his brother sat. Max started at the sound, staring up at Aden before the shorter of the two sat down, a silvery brow quirking. Aden would just leave it to the other to guess what he was about for the moment, not vocalizing anything. It was more fun this way. Max had looked far too maudlin lately for his liking, and Aden was going to try to change that. He matched his bright blues with the curious golds, then quirked a brow to mimic his younger brother. That got a huff of amusement at least. A good start. The elder of the two leaned back and reached into his coat pocket for his prize. A folded up sheet of paper, completely blank, and two pencils. Fresh. New. Sharp, their black points begging to be dulled on something. One pencil was offered to Max, who took it with a bemused expression. The paper was unfolded and set on the table. Then silence. Max let his gaze flick away, then back at his brother. “What am I supposed to do with this?” “You were telling me about that new project you had in mind…?” Aden gestured towards the paper, “Show me.” “Seriously?” “What, you’d rather I start a game of hangman?” “You would. Give me that.” The younger man snatched away the paper before it could be fouled up by Aden’s dastardly do’s, lightly starting to sketch out the shape of a car. The two of them began to talk more eagerly about the details, the shape of the car coming more and more clear as well as the details printed on the side with Aden’s stylized script. The distraction worked wonders on his little brother, and Aden felt a thrill of satisfaction run through him. While he couldn’t do this every day, couldn’t spare his brother the harshness of being in jail, he could do something for him. He could give him some kind of hope for the future when he was free.
