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"your people" felt like a nail struck in his shoulder. Tsurai never asked to be with the Duploys, he was born into it. And as far as he could remember, he was the only one who actually didn't like drugs. A visible shiver went up his spine about the other Denzien working for the family. Maybe that was what the feeling was from. But it didn't make any sense, because he didn't remember seeing a Denzien anywhere, or even hear about Denziens.

But then again, Brian never talked business politics to his son.

"You never told me what Kappa was. Is it a number?" He was growing agitated, and he didn't know why.
Tsurai took the handle in hand and pushed it down toward himself with all his weight, rather than just his arm strength. He got stuck halfway through, but after a grunt, managed to get the shovel all the way down. Now there was a problem of picking up the thing and tossing the dirt somewhere.
He furrowed his brow and did pick up the shovel, albeit with lots of effort, and managed to shakily toss the dirt to the side. He was only going to hinder Isiah.

He plopped to the ground, crosslegged. "... This sucks," he grumbled, mostly to himself.

Well. He could try and do something, couldn't he?
He pulled the shovel toward him, as it was now parallel to the ground, but tried to life it by the very tip of the handle. He could hardly get the head off the ground, and not more ofr a millisecond. Grumbling a curse under his breath, he kept moving in toward the head of the shovel. When his hand reached about the two-thirds mark, he was able to pick up the tool and hold it in front of him well enough.

It still wavered, and Tsurai's arm shook from the effort, but, if he really did only have one arm left, he should make it a damned strong arm.

Not that starving himself aided him in that, but this would good enough.
Tsurai had always had a problem with stamina, though. He was never good at it. One from his lineage, most likely, the other from his history in drugs, which was more probable. Regardless, Tsurai kept trying to keep the Shovel up, and started counting in his head to a minute. 60 seconds would be a lot longer than needed, he just wanted to see if he could get there without giving up.

He closed his green eyes pictures white numbers on a black background.
1... 3..
The numbers would fade in and out of focus wvwery now and then, when his mind wavered to how much his muscles hurt, and other thoughts, like what Isiah was thinking of this, if anything.

10... 13...
And very slowly they started tinting redder with every few seconds that passed.

19.. 20...

When the shovel was torn from Tsurai's hands, he opened up his eyes and yelled out a "Hey!"

But let his hand fall into his lap and grumbled while Isiah explained everything.
When the other man was done, he ignored everything about the drugs and said, "Jesus Isiah, save my strength for what? Standing on my head? If I can't dig I might as well train until I can."

Tsurai let out a growl and got up, going for the shovel again, despite what the older man had said.

"So Kappa is what? Four?"

Tsurai glared at Isiah for a brief moment before picking up the shovel again and sitting down with it.
"I really don't think that would help. It takes more effort to do push-ups rather than... This. I think so, anyway."
Tsurai was never good with push-ups. He couldn't remember a specific time doing them... He wondered if he even had done them at all. Maybe he hadn't.

Better reason to avoid them, then.

After a second's worth of thought, he left the shovel and stood up, walking to the opening. He didn't start going up the rope ladder, but he did look up. Seeing nothing, he then started up, slowly, trying to watch to see if anyone was on the surface, waiting for them to hit something.

Tsurai frowned when he saw Rob.

Then he looked down at Isiah. "Out of..? What made you think I was going.." He narrowed his eyes and his owns tupid questions.

"Nobody ever said you had to dig."

Looking back to Rob, Tsurai told Isiah, "Just.. Drink a lot of water.. And I'll be back.. Soon. I hope."

He hmphed and pulled himself the rest of the way out of the hole, lying on his back.

"Where's the other Denzien? And what's his name anyway? Brandon or something?"

Rob pointed over to a sea of tents. "Braeden."

"Uch. What a weird name." Like Tsurai was any better. Whatever. The eighteen year old got up and stood for a second, then eyes Rob again.
"Why are you keeping watch? What happens if I go?"

Rob's voice lowered. "He didn't tell me yet. He just feeds me so I do this."
A visible shiver went down Tsurai's back. "So over there, then? Just walking around?"

Rob nodded.

Tsurai, after hesitating for a few seconds, jogged over to where Rob had pointed, his curiosity grown to deadly porportions.

Tsurai froze about five feet from Braeden, looking down on the man.
"Uh..." He shook his head, trying to clear all the instincts in it that were making him unable to speak coherently.

"Do I.. Do you.." His eyes narrowed. "Have we.. Met.. Before?"
Tsurai was trying to look intimidating, but how he was failing so miserable was almost laughable.

He scowled. Moreso at the ground comment than anything else.

"Then who am I, to you?"

That visible shiver went up Tsurai's back again.

"Okay, well..." He paused, thinking on what to say. "What does this have to do with Isiah? I mean. It was obvious I couldn't shovel anything. Is this really about him or are you all too lazy to do your own labor?" He frowned, muscles tensing up, preparing for a blow to come.

Tsurai clenched his fist. "That may be so, but I'd rather have a mom than a b*****d who thinks his more than he really is."
Tsurai was torn between two things. Running, and fighting. So his fist just ended up shaking by his side while he stood stark still.