"Argh, I hate the rain"
David wished he didn’t get himself into this mess, but what is the only son of old man who started his own company and bla. bla. bla.
David disliked his father. It wasn't really hate, the man took him for fishing trips, played rugby, did everything a son could ask for... but later as his power company really took off, and he started living in the fast lane, he wanted his son, him, living the life with him. That takes priority over David having a normal life apparently, it's like he became part of the company and started going on extravagant meetings with sweaty American businessmen to grand hotels, the food in particular hitting below the belt, David inherited the New Zealand appetite, a hungering desire for fish and chips... and that was about it.
With the recent poor health of his father, and the recent poor practices of the company, David had been "offered" the chance to go to the U.S as a charity worker, a few smiling photos of a rebuilt house after that giant thing, the authorities were being quite hush-hush about just what had levelled the city, he had to jump a few checkpoints to get here.
And now he was lost.
Just as he was about to give up and call for the personal assistant that he swore he would never call (not after the bathroom incident), something about knee high barred into him, sending them both off a small muddy bank and nearly into a river. coughing and trying to wipe the gunk out his eyes, he grabbed onto what looked like a... wait what!?
Pulling himself up into a seated position, he stared into the eyes of what could only be described as a mini dinosaur, promptly looking away as it stared back.
"Don't look into the eyes, its aggressive"
"Don't look into the eyes, its aggressive"
At which point he dropped the damn thing as it yet out the most piercing yelp, right in his eardrums.