"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did noooot!" Daxter jumped off the small table, avoiding to get caught by Torn who threw half of himself over it to grab the little ottsel's throat.
"Haha! You missed!" came the squeaking reply from somewhere by the floor. The two of them had been picking at each other for no reason for about half an hour, while Jak was searching through some worn boxes on the floor in a try to find something useful. Torn had offered them whatever they could find to protect themselves from metal heads, just so that he could spend some alone in the underground. Not that he could complain about having these morons staying over for the next few days, since they were always out, busy with the missions he sent them out on. He was still bored out of his mind, maybe he should come with them sometime, only to see how they were doing out there.
"Rat…", Torn muttered dryly under his breath and wrinkled his nose in disgust as Daxter escaped from his hiding place behind the table, to see what Jak was up to.
"Found anything yet? Oh! Can I eat that?!" pleading eyes pierced Jak's as he stood up, sighing.
"Dax …. That's a candle…", the elf snapped at him. While brushing himself off, Torn stepped up to him, sighing and rolling his eyes, shaking his head so that his long ears flapped around.
"What are you guys up to today anyway?" he trailed off, sounding exactly as bored and mean as ever. "I didn't ask you to do anything…" he kept staring into Jak's eyes as if he was a prisoner trying to escape.
The younger one folded his arms.
"What are you saying? Aren't we allowed to go outside despite when you order us to do something?" he asked sarcastically, raising one eyebrow. Torn chuckled.
"I didn't say that…I was just asking.."
"What tattooboy?! We've already heard that talk from aaaall the ladies, if you know what I mean…You want us to be careful.." he went on with sarcasm. A hand was clapped over his big mouth.
"Sorry about that", Jak excused his friend. "What were you saying?" the older elf stared at something in the distant and walked over to the table, showing a troubled expression with mixed feelings.
"You know…never mind", he muttered and picked his knife up to polish it a bit. His eyes were only focused on the weapon in his hands.
"What? What did you say Jak?!" Daxter shouted at the blonde. The young elf gave the ottsel a threatening glance and then turned to Torn.
"Well…I…we're leaving now, anyway…", he started approaching to the door, with a last look at the other man. "Take care", he smiled before disappearing outside. Torn smiled, still watching the knife reflect the light coming from the ceiling.
He didn't notice a dark shadow pass by the small window beside him. The darkness outside started to fall even more. He placed the weapon on the table and closed his eyes in relax, not seeing the dark falling over his calm face.
Just a start, but I hope you like it, more is coming up soon please R&R