Bloom Chapter 5

    Putata sat in front of the fireplace with his sketchpad and small paint brush in hand. He scribbled with quick and sketchy strokes along the paper. As much as he'd rather be outside playing with Nyororo and/or go graffiti some buildings, neither him nor Mekeke liked the idea of getting frozen in a snow storm. The Puppeteer sat back to back with the artist while testing out the strings to his new puppet.

    "Yo, Mekeke." Putata said without looking up from his sketching. "When do you think the snow will stop and we can go play?"

    Mekeke shrugged. "Not sure. The weather reporters say it probably won't let up for a while."

    The light haired keronian laughed. "Yeah, and they said that it wouldn't start snowing for a couple days," He shook trying to contain his laughter. "And that was yesterday!" Mekeke sat in silence as Putata let loose another burst of laughter. "Someone needs to fire those guys and hire real professionals, yo. Oh, yeah, how's the new puppet coming along?"

     "See for yourself." With a few tugs of the puppet's strings, the puppet sprang to life. Another few tugs and it jumped in front of Putata sticking it's face right in front of his. Putata gave a startled cry, dropping his work as he threw up his arms in more laughter.

     He went silent as the sound of the door banging open and heavy footsteps entering the mansion before the door slammed shut again. Not long afterward, Yukiki along with Dokuku entered the room carrying firewood. While Dokuku appeared spotless, clumps of snow clung to Yukikis clothing like burrs.

     "Thanks for that guys." Mekeke said. Dokuku set down his load in the corner of the room and gave a nod before floating away. Yukiki dumped his load beside Dokukus before beginning brush off the snow from his clothing.

     "Yeah, thanks for the wood, yo." Putata said picking up his paintbrush and sketchpad. "We would have got it ourselves, but it's kinda hard with all the snow."

     "It would be easier if you just wore warm clothing." Yukiki grumbled. When Putata turned his back to him, he quickly flicked some snow at the artists neck.

     "Agh! Coldcoldcoldcold!" Putata cringed as the snow melted and trickled down his shirt. "Yo, not cool. Not cool at all!" But the snowman had already left the room enjoying the sweet sounds of Putatas panicking.

     "Enjoying yourself?" Yukiki turned his attention to Giruru who had been slumped against the wall only to paint it with green fluid. "You won't have much to enjoy when it starts to hail." Before Yukiki could even respond Giruru stood up straight and left the hallway.   

     The snowy keronian stood there in confusion. Considering Giruru rarely talked to him--and that he didn't like him-- it was difficult to decide on whether or not to take what he said seriously. And when Yukiki looked out the window, he could already see the snowfall begin to lessen. So what Giruru said simply didn't make sense.

     Yukiki could only shake his head and walk away. What didn't make sense was not worth thinking about. So he didn't.