Drabble 165

Finished 5:12.

 

“Raven! Raven!” screeched Blue from his bed. It took a few minutes for Raven, looking far beyond fed-up, to put his head through the doorway. “I'm hungry,” said Blue.

“You know where the kitchen is, Blue,” Raven snapped, and turned to leave.

“But I'm wounded. You can't just expect me to take care of myself, not when you're the one who injured me.”

“I can and I do,” spat Raven. “It's only a sprain, for heaven’s sake. You got me impaled with a katana, if I remember correctly, and you're seriously complaining about a sprained ankle? Give me a break”