"Come on...Come on..."
He wiped the sweat from his brows, the summer heat beating down on him. He had stripped down to nothing but a white shirt and tan cargo shorts, a brown cloak warpped around him to protect his body from the sun. "It's soooo hot." He complained, wiping his forehead, his blue eyes blinking to get sand out. "Shiiiiiinji, I can't fiiiiind it!" he whined, moving his bright green hair out of his face, showing a cheerful, if not a little sunburnt face. "If we were ripped off, I'm gonna be really upset!" he whined, looking all around him, seeing nothing but sand. There was supposed to be a machine out here, and he wanted it! He figured it was some out-worlder's machine, some one who had gotten out to look around and had bit. Would make sense, if somebody was suddenly teleported to another world, who wouldn't be confused?
So that's why the green haired boy and gis friend was there, to find the machine and sell it, enough to last them for a while!