"I don't see the point in this."
"Well, there might not be a point in it, Yuma. Think of it as an adventure!"
"Some adventure this is..."
"Look, we're almost there! You can see our new home, right past the trees and hill over on your right!"
The doors slammed shut after thee people existed the car. The first was a man in his late thirties. Dark tan skin, brown eyes, black spiky hair with short, equally spiky red bangs-wearing a hat, a green-like shirt and pants.
The second to come out was a woman; his wife. A long red skirt stopping at her knees, and a pale blue sweater for the cold day. Bright, red eyes smiling at their new home.
The third and final passenger was a child, a 13 year old boy. He looked tired, slumped forward. His hair was like his father's, but longer and point more up. His had his mother's eyes, just dulled and near lifeless compared to her. His dressing was also more complicated compared to them. A red vest with a white hood and a purple sleeveless shirt with a green "D", white pants with designs of three orange moon crescents attached to one another, yellow outlines at the bottom, a white brown-stripe belt, and black with blue streaks shoes with white straps. A brown finger-less glove on his left hand, a black protective pad on his right elbow and a thick, dark blue bracelet with light blue gems and red outlines on his right wrist.
"What is this place. It looks... Gross." Yuma muttered out, peering at the stairs on his right that went up to the house upstairs, and then the brick pathway that lead to the flat downstairs.
"Its not that bad Yuma! Its has history to it too! This place is actually quite big for a family, before it was divided. It could be a royal's home!" his father, Kazuma, said out loud with a little too much enthusiasm.
"Some kind of royalty..." He stole a glace at the entire building. Pale purple painted wood was what it was made out of, the patio, railing, and anything along those lines were white. Weeds grew out near every crack, and rain before and during the trip here created a giant mud puddle by the rusted staircase.
"Its a grand place, kiddo. Why not explore around? The "Purple Castle" probably has lots to show. Why not go say hi to the negibors or something?" Mirai, his mother, told him.
"Yeah. Probably." He grumbled out. He trudged away, taking heavy steps down the crooked path that lead downstairs.