Imperial Junke Yard, Friday
Marcus wasn't alone when he opened the junkyard today, and he was a touch on the tired side, what with having been awake all night.
"So what's the deal? You running this place?" Rafe had his hands in his pockets while he surveyed the junkyard.
"Something like that." Marcus swung the gates wide and propped them open, then set out the sign.
Rafe turned to look at him, a slow grin spreading across his face. "You've actually got a job."
Marcus glared at him half-heartedly, then shrugged one shoulder, looking almost embarrassed.
His reaction made Rafe laugh. "Never thought I'd see the day."
And Marcus was giving him a crooked smile in return. "You coming or what?" he asked and turned to walk out the gate. Rafe followed, falling into place beside his brother.
[The junkyard is open but it's been left to its own devices, so it's a mod your junkyard day! Shh, it always said Friday.]
"So what's the deal? You running this place?" Rafe had his hands in his pockets while he surveyed the junkyard.
"Something like that." Marcus swung the gates wide and propped them open, then set out the sign.
Rafe turned to look at him, a slow grin spreading across his face. "You've actually got a job."
Marcus glared at him half-heartedly, then shrugged one shoulder, looking almost embarrassed.
His reaction made Rafe laugh. "Never thought I'd see the day."
And Marcus was giving him a crooked smile in return. "You coming or what?" he asked and turned to walk out the gate. Rafe followed, falling into place beside his brother.
[The junkyard is open but it's been left to its own devices, so it's a mod your junkyard day! Shh, it always said Friday.]