Sunbeams shown through the small window of Tino's bedroom. He lived with his beloved father in a small cottage in an old, outdated town. Everyone knew each other, and the vibe was quite friendly. Today, like every other day, Tino's father was in the basement, even before his son awoke, working on his latest invention. It was a revolutionary, steam powered, wood chopping machine.
"Father, I'm off to town!" called the small young man after he fixed himself up. "That's fine Tino; just return soon, I need your help attaching this axe!" responded the almost elderly man from the 'dungeon' as he called it. "Of course, I'll be back by noon." said the smiling man as he walked out the door.
The town was awaking as Tino walked down the street. Some people were opening their shops, some were opening the shudders of their houses, and some still were just as lazy as could be and remained asleep. But still, nothing could compare to the feeling of belonging in this quaint town. Even those who had just moved to the town, which was rare, felt as though they had known everyone their whole life.
Just as he arrived at the local library, Tino heard a familiar voice coming from his favorite restaurant. "Ve~ Ludwig, where do I put this huge crate of potatoes?" chirped the ever friendly, pasta loving, Italian. "Uhh, just wherever you find a spot I guess." said a stern man with a thick German accent.
"Hey guys what's up?" said Tino, scaring the shoop out of the Italian making him take cover behind the tall blond. "Heh, heh, Hey Tino! You really got me there…ve~" whispered a still shaken up Feliciano. "Oh, did I? I'm SO sorry!" teased Tino as he tried to stifle a laugh. Ludwig was having a hard time too, and it showed, his face a twisted in such a fashion that you thought he was going to be ill. "Stop teasing me!" pleaded Feliciano. Tino laughed and continued walking, leaving the Italian and the German to settle their differences alone.
He passed a dress shop as well, and it was owned by a man with the name of Feliks. Tino walked in confidently pretending to look at a particular dress with pink ruffles and sparkly sleeves. "Oh, Tino! I like, haven't seen you in, what is it now, three days? Oh, whatever, anyways, that dress you seem to be interested in is totally, like, one of my own designs!" remarked Feliks from somewhere behind the rack of dresses Tino was in front of.
"Yeah, I was gonna get it for my girlfriend." said a sarcastic Tino as he rolled his eyes. "OMG! Is she like, pretty? How long have you two been together? Is she like, the one?" screeched an oblivious Feliks. Tino sighed. "I don't have a girlfriend Feliks, I was messing with you." Feliks looked rejected. "So you don't want the totally awesome dress?" he questioned. Tino just shook his head. "Bye Feliks!" and he walked out the door.