A/N: Ayyy so I realized I should do one of these author notes, even though I can't really be counted as a decent author. I've been one of the lurkers on this site who doesn't review. (I admit it and I apologize. Pls don't hate me) Ive been on this site for three years without making an account. Is that normal? But yea, first fic up here~ Hopefully it's alright.
He takes a swig from the glass bottle, wetting his collar as alcohol dribbles down his chin. Messing up his dark red hair, he stops at the gate of the second last house down the road. The house which looks like all the other houses on that street, clean and pristine, with freshly clipped grass spreading out from the house to the gates.
Sighing and taking another swig, he sticks his free hand in his pocket fingers the cold tiny metal in his pocket. He pauses and takes his hand out of the pocket, rattling the gates noisily instead of using the key. He hears a glass smash and the thud of what seems to be a really heavy book, and curses start coming from the house, contrasting with the peace and quiet earlier on.
Smirking, he sees stark bright hair peeking out of the door, before his idiot apprentice starts to reluctantly trudge towards him, sighing.
"Ah, master. Don't you have the key? Your mug from Anita's broken, but it's really not my fault this time. I was... Reacting to what I thought were robbers"
Despite his complaints, the youth unlocks the door, letting the taller man in. Cross sighs again, stomping on the grass the boy had just mowed this morning, and glances at the kid, looking up to take in the view of the house.
"We're leaving tomorrow"