childish quarrel.

Just something to amuse myself, once again featuring these two tykes, or so I like to call them... (Luken is the dreamer, btw.)

Ideas & characters © Samantha S. (Tsuu)

“What in the world are you doing?”
Two boys resided by the beach shore down south of Edner Shore.
“Can’t you see? I’m making a sandcastle, doofus.”
There was a moment of silence…
“What did you call me, Luken?”
Luken looked up from his sandcastle still-in-progress to his friend, attempting to look innocent.
“A doofus.”
“You’re going to regret that, dude.”
“I haven’t yet.” The boy Luken shrugged with a smirk, turning back to his castle. That was when his friend abruptly snatched the quite large sea shell that had been placed on the castle’s main entrance and replaced with a nice big rock, deforming the hole slightly.
Luken’s face was crest-fallen, much to his friend’s satisfaction.
“HEY! It took ages to find that thing! Give it back!” Luken made his best pouting face-- his trademark.
His friend smirked like a fox, feeling like king of the situation. “Sorry, I can’t do that,” and threw it in the ocean.
Luken ogled his friend like he had just done the un-thinkable. Several seconds pasted until he said: “That was so wrong.”
“I know. But you’ve learned your lesson, right?”
“What lesson?”
“About calling me what I’m not.”
Luken looked puzzled. “But you are a doofus.”
“You want your precious castle to suffer some more damage?”
Something clicked in Luken’s brain as he realized a possibility. He glared at his friend.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh yes I would.”
“Well, don’t even try you---“
But it was too late, as Luken’s castle met the fate that he was dreading--- it was crushed under his friend’s feet.
“NO! YOU IDIOT!”
“HEY!”