- - - undressing the words ; open

with lust in my eyes,
i'll be undressing you with every word

Today had been extremely uneventful for Mr. Haturini. Already he had seen his regulars which included a nice couple in their late seventies, a few children, and a man who was obviously going through a mid-life crisis as he seemed to be aged around forty-five. And who in their right mind would attempt to learn how to surf at that age unless they had nothing left to lose? Old people, that's right! Raira had an extreme passion for what he was employed to do, but often he didn't have any exciting clients. The majority of his customers were small children. Seldom did he have someone his age to instruct, or even talk to while he was working. His day mostly consisted of peeling himself out of bed, loading a chunk of pot into his bong and smoking until he was peeled back like a ripe banana, getting dressed, and then leaving to the surf shop. This day was no different than the last seven months of his life, so why should anything else out of the ordinary happen?

Just like every other day, Ry participated in his normal routine of his tired body fighting his alert mind to get out from under his down comforter. Of course the mind had won, or else he wouldn't be sitting in the shop currently. He had then, just like every morning, did a 'wake and bake'. Sitting in the shop was honestly not as much fun for him unless he was extremely stoned. Surfing was fun for him no matter what, but the sad thing is he did actually spend most of his time behind a desk and answering the phone. That was exactly what he was doing at the moment. Ry's mind had wondered off into the mystical land of Daydreaming. He started to think about home, and his father and his cousins. They were the one's who had taught him to ride the wheel-less board, and if it honestly weren't for the skills they had given him, he wouldn't be where he is today.

Raira was extremely grateful to be apart of a family like his as they had formed him into a truly good-hearted young man. Not very often did he do bad things or offend anyone. That somewhat stems from the 'Island Mentality' he was often told he had. Generally speaking he was a very laid-back individual, but of course he occasionally would snap out. No one can be that happy and calm all the time, right? He took a deep breath in, resting the side of his skull in the palm of his erect arm. The ephebe exhaled, lustrous crystal blue eyes staring off into nothing. Was this what his life had come to? Was this what he had been in search of when he left New Zealand several years ago? He became slightly depressed at this thought, laying an arm on top of the other on the desktop. His head dropped to the backs of his toned arms and sighed once again. "This.... SUCKS." An exasperated voice spoke, thick with an accent from another part of the world. Raira's voice was so beautiful; smooth and silky like a fresh brewed cup of coffee. If he were to be prideful of one thing, it would be where he's from. Since his arrival in the states, he'd been told over one hundred times how his voice made ladies -and gentlemen- swoon. This had never gone to his head, for he felt he was no better than anyone else. He thought of himself as average.

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