Post by Tarro on Sept 23, 2023 17:16:16 GMT -5
Power Level: 10,000
Current Transformation: N/A
Items: Scouter, armor lining
The air was sizzling from the sun’s constant pumping of heat.
Tarro dragged his forearm across his forehead, wiping the sweat off his brow. His vision was hazy in this numbingly-hot summer day. He put his hands on his knees while sat on a stump. After catching his breath, he turned his head to his right and wiggled his fingers forwards and back in gesture for someone to come closer. “Bring more wood over,” he said. Tiredness may have started to affect him from the tone of his voice.
In a few minutes’ time, the young saiyan he spoke to returned with his arms loaded. He set the wild branches, at times with their ramifications tangled, beside the wooden stool he was working the wood on. The saiyan’s unkempt locks were tangled at parts, just like the wood he set down. His hair was mostly dark red and brunette-brown at parts. Atypical for a saiyan, but he was one alright; his hairy appendage proved so much.
“Sorry for piling all the work on you. Literally.” He laughed sillily. After his cackling died down, he jabbed his palms into his sides and eyed Tarro. “We can switch if you’re tired,” he suggested, not meaning any disrespect. “But man, today sure is hot…” His face was sweaty and he was sweating all over. “Makes you think we should have brought towels with us. Do you want to swing by the lake once we’re done?”
Tarro lifted his axe up with fatigue weighing him down in his motion and cleaved it into the wooden stool.
A few seconds later, he answered, saying, “sure.” After a pause, he added, “take my place. I’ll go get us towels.” The spikey-haired Saiyan rose slowly, taking a moment to fully straighten his back. He groaned as he reached the end of his extension.
He entered his house, a hut made of mud with a layer of hay for a roof, and went directly to where he had left some rags from his last hunt. “There they are,” he said at the moment of laying his hand on what he was searching for. They were pieces of mammoth hide that had their fur shaved off and had been washed. They would do the job.
Soon enough, he was back with the makeshift towels in hand. The redhead’s chin perked up to his advance. “Oh, you’re back!” His concentration split away from shaving the tree branches into clean strands of wood. The man’s caramel eyes and his toothy grin were directed at him in a blinding and refreshing beam of light.
Tarro alley-oop’d one of the pieces of dried skin his way and began wiping his own face. Then, he rolled the thick layer with each hand in opposite directions to squeeze the sweat out of it.
He laid it on his shoulder and sighed. “That dip in the lake will sure be nice.” He moved into the shade of the porch of Radditsu village's bar and laid his back on its exterior.