"Ooo, what're you reading about?" the boy asked his friend for the millionth time.
"A homicide…" his partner answered indifferently.
"What's that mean…?"
"Why are you asking me all of these questions all of a sudden?" the blue-eyed
boy asked irritably, slamming the paper onto the table. When he saw how his friend was staring at him he muttered, "Sorry…" Glancing at the clock on a nearby wall, he sighed and ran a hand through his brown hair. "We've got to go get started." He walked out of the restaurant with his blond friend in tow.
"A-are you sure we've got to do this? I mean… we can do a normal job for once, right? I'm sure there are plenty available." He looked pleadingly at his friend with his chocolate-brown eyes.
The older looking boy stopped for a while, thinking. His partner was right. There were a myriad of ways that this mission could go wrong. Shaking it off, he turned slightly to his partner saying, "We'll make it out unscathed, I'm sure of it. Besides, we've done harder, haven't we?"
Without waiting for a response, he pushed the oddly colored sunglasses closer to his eyes and continued walking, his friend hurrying to keep up.