The Laziest Boogie Ever

[frau]

Frau Zehel, a strong boogie with good locks and adorer of books (as long as it has pictures) was also perhaps the most lazy boogie within this twisted world.

The blond boogie was resting in a tree that was losing it's leaves, his thick navy blue jacket hung from a branch and apparently, the cool weather did not bother him in the least seeing as all he had on his upper torso was a ripped up black shirt that he loved far to much to throw away.

He had his gloved hands behind his head and legs crossed and what would this spikey haired blond be doing? Watching the clouds? No. Watching children? No. How about being useful in anyway possible. Hell no.

Perhaps sleeping? Hell yes! Sleeping the day away, in a tree, in the cloud and without a jacket. That was our Frau and on his chest slept the little pink fluff ball known as Mikage.

[Akira Yamaguchi]

Akira needed a smoke and some habits were impossible to kick. He stepped outside, zipping up his jacket as he did so. It was starting to get cold around here, but that didn't really bother him. Akira didn't mind the cold, in fact, temperature wasn't ever a thing that really crossed his mind. He sighed as he walked into the orchard and pulled the pack from his pocket, extracting a smoke and placing it in his lips before grabbing his lighter and sparking the flame to life.

He inhaled the smoke and blew it out slowly, closing his eyes. Yeah, unhealthy habit but at least it made him feel better. Akira opened his eyes, the crisp air making him feel more awake and the light catching his eyes and making them appear purple. He looked around, the place appeared empty. That was good with him, oh...but wait.

He noticed a jacket hanging over one of the branches and looked up into the tree. There was a person sleeping there with what looked like a ball of pink on his chest. He lofted a brow. Wonderland was so bizarre...Akira shrugged and simply sat down, far enough to keep his distance from the other, but close enough to keep an eye on him. One never knew who liked to cause trouble around here, but Akira didn't want to be caught off guard.

He continued to smoke the cigarette, frowning slightly before sighing. "What a tiring routine," he muttered, leaning back against a tree.