Rain, Rain, Rain. || YoyaxxSkitz

His toes tapped lightly as he sat, hands resting on his twisted knees. Beside the young adult rested a crutch, leaning lightly against the run-down building. Gently, his right foot tapped out a beat while he frowned down at the cracked concrete sidewalk, his rough and calloused hands continuing to tap furiously upon his leg. Today, it was overcast. The air hung thick with humidity- Humidity... he thought, attempting to ignore the ache that built below the flesh of his leg. Grumbling in the fashion of a man five times his age, he lifted the appendage off the ground, re-adjusting the mangled form.

Today, actually, marked the second anniversary of his... 'Accident' as his parents put it so lovingly. How could their eldest son, the one destined to inherit the family home have wanted to die in so miserable of a fashion? He snorted, and used the crutch to ease himself off the bench. Hell, he wouldn't have even left the house had he not had to watch his youngest sibling- a ten year old who currently resided at her best friend's home for a sleep over.

Today was the one day off Mason had, and he took the duty upon himself to escort the child safely through the orchards to her companion's house. Getting home, however, seemed to pose... only slightly a problem. An oversight, if you will.

Violently, he pulled himself to his legs, wobbling uneasily as he clenched the crutch for added support. Still, he had at least two miles to trek home, and started to regret his choice to accompany the girl- a faint sprinkle splashed down from the heavens, and the male cursed the sky with a fantastic vocabulary.