Father and Son
"You know you are not suppose to have those." Said the boy sitting on the exam table. He was slouched down, glaring at the doctor through his dark shaggy hair. He slid from the table and stood; he looked to be about 6 feet tall. He was board, which in clothing made him seem more muscular than he actually was. He headed to the doctor, who had spun around in his chair to face the boy.
Looking up at the baby-faced boy "Hush up, and put your suit back on." Came the rough and raspy voice of the doctor. He held a cigar inbetween his teeth, and shifted his eyes away from the boy in his boxers. A black jumpsuit with the number 51 on the back layed sprawled on the ground. "It is a special occasion." He said swirling back around to the desk. He reached down for one of the drawers and opened it. Inside was a box of matches, and a small hand gun.
"How many rules are you gonna break." The boy snarled, looking at the gun in disgust. "If someone was to find it and cause trouble..." He trailed off leaving the doctor to get the hint. He had moved back towards the table, and was now putting on his uniform for this place. "My birthday is nothing special so put that away, and you know smoking would be a bad idea in here." He smirked as he toyed with the man.
"Hush up, and go back downstairs." Said the annoyed doctor. He plucked the cigar from his teeth and tossed it into the drawer; he then pushed it closed with his foot. He used his pointer finger to push up his glasses, and then ran his hand through his short brown hair with white streaks. An ordinary man with nothing to show for himself, and only standing at 5,9. His face had small wrinkles here, but nothing showing any real age. On his white coat was a name badge with a picture of his face on it, and it read Doctor Samuel Martin.
26-Aug-2015 02:31:49