The early afternoon on Hellmurder Island was quiet, the chirps and calls of the wild life around was silent, save for the loud screeching of the cicadas. Most of the animals were trying to keep cool from the beating sun by hiding in the abundant growth of large trees and bushes. One of the residence in this lonely island, Jake, was spending his afternoon indoors as well, deciding that today he would do some "house chores". House chores as in cleaning all the god damn guns and snipers he had lying around or hung up in the fucking building. His lovely grand daughter was outside gathering in some sunlight under the watch of their horrifying, mutant dog Becquerel, making sure that she stays safe from any prowling animals. Good dog, best friend.
Busy with wiping all the gross dirt from his pistols, Jake didn't notice a small little creature quickly approaching him, leaving a trail of quiet gurgles.
"Grandpa."
He flicked his eyes to the direction of his caller from cleaning his work, a mop of messy black locks sitting down firmly on the tiled floor, staring up at the man. He quickly put down his fire arms and cloth on the flat surface of the wooden counter top and quickly crouched down.
"Jade."
The young girl beamed, hearing her name called out much like she called out his. Jake gave a toothy grin back to her, making her laugh and fling her arms in a upward fashion. Grandpa has the best smile!
"Graaaandpa!"
He gave a small chuckle at her actions, the silliness was radiating off this girl! But it was completely adorable, and no one could deny that.
"Jaaade."
Jade released another fit of laughter, completely immersed in this game of calling each others' names. The young girl quickly dropped her face and replaced it with a determined look. A little competitive spirit quickly grew within her. How can Grandpa beat the amazing Bec-tamer Jade at her own game? She quickly breathed in a small breath.
"G'pa."
He totally can't say it as fast as her, for sure!
"Jade."
What did we tell you?
Jade grinned with her childish satisfaction, knowing that Grandpa won't win whatever she made a game of this name calling. How did this start again? She had no clue, but things like this take on their own.
Becquerel trotted in the room then, dusty clawed paws lightly scratching at the tiled floor. He paused to look at the two, but quickly returned to his trotting off to Andrew Hussie knows where. Jade blinked at the trail of soil he left behind with his snow fur feet, and pointed to it.
"Mm!"
Jake nodded, clicking his tounge while at it.
"It looks like Becquerel needs a wash, hm?" Jade clapped her small hands and nodded. Jake took a look at her and picked her up, pulling out a squeal from the girl.
"You need one, too, darling! Look at you!" He blowed out some of the dust that was in Jade's hair to make a point. Leaving your grand daughter outside to play with a dog could get them really dirty.
"Come on Jade, time for a bath." Jake told her. She laughed and nodded, smiling.