"when i grow up"
"Y'know if you stopped slouching you might be as tall as me by now,"
Mole looks up at his sister. She's not that much taller than him and he's not slouching that much. He's just concentrating and in his defense these wires are very small.
"My slouch isn't that bad," he remarks with a huff and pushes the object he was tinkering with away. He straightens his back a little and shit she was right. She seems to notice and tries to hide her laugh as a scoff of annoyance (it doesn't work).
"Uh uh, anyways I'll probably be going off to work soon," she hums. She grabs an object that he doesn't catch with his eye and stuffs it into her bag. Currently she's working at some sorta gun shop (is she even old enough yet?).
"Cool cool, hey can you pass me that wrench over there?" he asked, he leans back in his chair and opens his hand up to her and she scoffs. She walks over in a few strides, grabs the wrench, and practically chucks it at him. He avoids getting hit by the skin of his teeth.
"Y'know you could always pass it a little softer-"
"You could get up,"
"Well I could but that would mean doing something that you're perfectly capable of doing for me-"
"You would never survive in the woods-"
"Why would I need to survive in the woods?-"
"You never know,"
"... are you gonna trap me in the woods?"
"... maybe,"
"Please don't,"
"I'll think about it,"
He frowns a little and spins the wrench around, he then grabs something else and before he can work on it he hears their father call his sister name from upstairs.
"Gesa! Have you left yet?" she looks up squinting at the stairs before sighing. Her shoulders sag a little as she looks over to Mole.
"That's my cue to leave I suppose,"
He waves his hand up in a gesture of goodbye and she does the same before she's off. He sighs and sets aside the thing he was going to work on, never mind. He doesn't want to use the wrench anymore, he looks back to the wires though and frowns. He kinda doesn't wanna rewire that either...
He sits back in his chair instead and looks up at the basement light. It's not that bright, but it does the trick for him. He's still holding the wrench on on hand and it slumps by his chair. The coolness of the metal pressing into his palm, it's actually kinda soothing.
His sister works at a gun shop and he spends 90% of his time in the basement working on models... what a family they have. Their father isn't home all that often either, he can currently hear the shuffling of his footsteps upstairs to leave for work. Then there's their mother... he doesn't remember her. Gesa tells him that it's for the best though, so he believes her.
He leans back forward and puts the wrench on the desk. It's kinda boring without anyone at the house, and while he wants to work on models there's not anything he wants to do while working on them in particular.
He already knows what he's gonna be when he grows up, he's gonna be like his father. He likes trains, he likes learning how they work (some may say he lieks them more than his dad... Gesa does at least). He looks back at the models. They're train models (what else would one expect from him?). He should really work on them but he doesn't. There's probably homework to be done, chores and more.
He sighs and leans on the desk in boredom again.
What does Gesa wanna be? She loves fighting... or well- learning how to fight. She's a pretty good leader as well... he wouldn't be surprised if she turned out to be some sorta soldier in the future.
He sighs and rests his head on the desk, slowly shutting his eyes.
On second thoughts he's kinda tired, he might rest for a moment... just a moment.
