C[re]ate Champion
A Charitable Thief ◄ Isaac, Dante, & Pascal ►
Aug 4, 2015 12:05:14 GMT -5
Post by Isaac on Aug 4, 2015 12:05:14 GMT -5
“What do you think, Isaac?” Dante’s voice was a mix of excitement and awe. In his hands, he held a potted bonsai tree decorated with pink azalea flowers. The clay pot was chipped and a little rough, but the tree itself was beautiful with a curvy trunk and a broad crown. He turned around to show Isaac, holding the tree near his face so he could smell the flowers. “It’s cool, isn’t it? It’s got culture to it—Japanese, I think—and it’ll add some color to our place. I’m thinking the living room. What do you think?”
Isaac, his hands in his pockets, looked down at the tree, then to the other plants lining the counter of the flea market stand. There were plenty of different potted plants and flowers for sale, and Isaac looked at them all the way a toddler would look at algebra. He simply didn’t get it.
“Yeah, that sounds good.” To this, Dante looked disappointed, and he stared hard at Isaac. “What?” Isaac asked with a nervous chuckle.
“Come on, man. I can tell you don’t like it. Is it the pink?”
“No, no,” said Isaac, raising his hands. “It’s fine, really. I just…” Isaac’s eyes went back to the counter, and he confessed, “I figure a tomato planter is just—you know—more practical. Come on, it’s free tomatoes.”
Dante looked at the planter, and for a moment, he was silent, looking lost in thought before he tapped his chin and said, “That’s a good point.” His eyes then flicked back and forth between the tree and the planter, and he grimaced. “But I really like this tree. We don’t really have enough for both…”
“Then get the tree.”
“You sure?”
Isaac chuckled and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes. God, are you my brother or my girlfriend?”
Dante’s laughter joined his, though his went on longer before he joked, “You trying to say something there? You been keeping a secret girlfriend from me or what?”
“Where would I be keeping one if I did? And don’t you dare say the circus. You know the women there make me wanna scoop out my own implant.”
“Well, I mean, you do keep your bedroom locked all the time.”
“Alright, alright, just buy your damn tree.” Isaac gave Dante a punch on the shoulder, and the brothers chuckled once more as Dante paid for their new decoration.
Isaac, his hands in his pockets, looked down at the tree, then to the other plants lining the counter of the flea market stand. There were plenty of different potted plants and flowers for sale, and Isaac looked at them all the way a toddler would look at algebra. He simply didn’t get it.
“Yeah, that sounds good.” To this, Dante looked disappointed, and he stared hard at Isaac. “What?” Isaac asked with a nervous chuckle.
“Come on, man. I can tell you don’t like it. Is it the pink?”
“No, no,” said Isaac, raising his hands. “It’s fine, really. I just…” Isaac’s eyes went back to the counter, and he confessed, “I figure a tomato planter is just—you know—more practical. Come on, it’s free tomatoes.”
Dante looked at the planter, and for a moment, he was silent, looking lost in thought before he tapped his chin and said, “That’s a good point.” His eyes then flicked back and forth between the tree and the planter, and he grimaced. “But I really like this tree. We don’t really have enough for both…”
“Then get the tree.”
“You sure?”
Isaac chuckled and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes. God, are you my brother or my girlfriend?”
Dante’s laughter joined his, though his went on longer before he joked, “You trying to say something there? You been keeping a secret girlfriend from me or what?”
“Where would I be keeping one if I did? And don’t you dare say the circus. You know the women there make me wanna scoop out my own implant.”
“Well, I mean, you do keep your bedroom locked all the time.”
“Alright, alright, just buy your damn tree.” Isaac gave Dante a punch on the shoulder, and the brothers chuckled once more as Dante paid for their new decoration.