It was a warm but pleasant day in Manhattan. It was a day that many people would enjoy just lazing about in the sunshine. Two friends did just that in Central Park underneath a particularly shady tree. One was named Lucas. He rested against the trunk, watching random critters or people that happened by. At a passing glance, one would guess he had been in a nasty accident when he was younger. Pinkish burn scars were along the right side of his face, clashing with his milky tan skin. He was quite self-conscious about it, casting a warning stare from his sharp, blue eyes to anyone who would dare to open their mouth on the subject. This was one of the reasons that he kept his jet black hair longer than normal men, however due to the heat wave New York caused him to bite the belt and cut it off.

The other was lying in the grass next to him. His name was Isaac and could embody almost every old school rocker stereotype (including actually being in a semi-popular rock band). His hair was unkempt and ridiculously fluffy. Red streaks could be seen at the tips with the normal black sheen. He was very pale and appeared far older than he actually was. He had the “snake bite” piercings on his bottom lip that always made Lucas uncomfortable. Despite his worn appearance, Isaac still had the activity of a teenager. Sensing that his friend needed a bit of perking up, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

“You know mate, I've been thinking about something.” he commented, his accent revealing an obvious English origin.

“Oh yeah? Did you hurt yourself?” Lucas snarked. Generally, anyone else would be put off but Isaac knew him better than that.

“A-ha, funny. No, it's just...you ever consider how strange language is? You have words that sound like other words but mean different things. Then you have words that are spelled exactly the same but are pronounced differently. Then you have words with the same root but it doesn't mean what you think it does.”

Lucas blinked and turned to his friend, taken aback by the odd and random question. “...what?”

“I mean, take fist-fighting. When you hit someone with your fist, it's not called “fisting”, it's “punching”. So, why is it that “fisting” is only applied to shoving your fist up someone's arse?”

Lucas wasn't quite sure where Isaac was going with this but it made him more uncomfortable by the minute. “Uhm...I...am not sure how to answer that.” he muttered as he shifted in his seat.

“Maybe we should change it!” Isaac declared.

“And how are we going to do that?”

“We'll just simply use the lingo. People will catch on and soon, everyone will be fisting instead of punching. It's only right.”

There was an awkward pause as Lucas struggled to understand the odd one's thought process.“I-I'd rather you not.”

“I never thought you were the one to reject progress.” Isaac said in disapproval, folding his arms over his chest.

“How is that even close to it?”

“Progress of words making sense.” As if this was the most obvious reasoning in the world.

“I don't think that's ever going to happen.”

“Why must you be such a downer? Don't make me start giving you a bollocking.” he chuckled with a smirk.

Lucas' brow furrowed. He was quite familiar with English terms and phrases because of Isaac but given the curve-ball he had thrown, he was starting to second guess. “...I have a feeling that doesn't mean what it's supposed to mean.”

“Or maybe that is what it's supposed to mean.” his friend added with a sly wink. At this, Lucas stood up and began walking away. “Oi, where you off to?”

“To ponder why on Earth I'm friends with you.”