Rainbow rumpus party town free#

Retreating from the strong natural light flooding in from his window he began getting ready for the day ahead. Hated getting up, leaving the nice comfy warmth of his bed, and going out into the cold morning air. Strong light ripped through the happy darkness of his apartment, and Mathis groaned in distaste. 'Geeze.' Running his hands through his hair he walked to the sliding glass door of his tiny apartment and pulled the curtains back. 'Alright, alright, I'm coming.' He hung up. 'I'll yell if I damn well want to! There are packages piling up here and you need to get on your route, now!' Mathis could just picture is boss, the usually squirrly guy would be red faced and spitting fire into the mic of the phone.

Rainbow rumpus party town free#

Mathis sighed and put his head in his free hand. 'This is the fourth time I've called! Get your lazy ass out of bed and get to work!' Mathis moved it from his ear the harsh sound jostling his sleepy mind. 'Farrin!' A gruff voice boomed on the other end of the call. 'Yeah?' He said continuing to rub his face. Leaning over he grabbed it from the hook ,silencing the piercing warble of its ring. He sat up, the pillow falling form his head in silent defeat, and rubbed his face giving the phone a healthy glare. Mind, Mathis never had a cat so he was going off of imagination. Seemed to always sound like a cat being fitfully strangled, or just having it's tail stepped on. His phone rang again, screeching warble of a sound. Any sensible bike courier would have called Mathis an idiot for not wearing protective gear like a helmet, but he liked the danger and excitement of going without. Most of the time it was his knees, which he hid under the thick fabric of his pants, but others it was his hands or arms. Inevitably at least once this week he'll have flipped over his handle bars and beaten up some part of his body. He didn't want to work today, dodging city cars and idiotic pedestrians too absorbed in nothing to pay attention to his speeding form whipping round the corner. A phone rang and Mathis covered his head with his pillow. The cacophony of city life always started early, even earlier in the city center.