Orpheus

Chapter 7: Your Scent

"Say, let's play a game?" Win said.

Bright eyed Win. He's trying to figure out what Win's planning.

"What?" Win widened his chinky eyes to emphasize his disbelief over Bright's reaction.

"I just thought it might be a good step to sparking an inspiration for our writing. Come on, Bright, we've been working for three days now, and there hasn't been anything that came up. This is absolutely frustrating." Win continued complaining while pouting.

"Okay. So what game?" Bright gave in.

"Well, I wanna get to know you more, so have you ever heard of this 90s game? Icebreaker?" Win said excitedly. Then, he brought out a pack of cards out of his pocket. Bright eyed Win even more, with which the latter replied with an even more convincing smile.

"Hmm... I think I'm a little bit familiar." Bright answered while still giving Win that look.

"So, it's just you and I drawing questions and answering them. But..." Win paused intentionally to create an air of suspense.

"Okay. I don't like how that 'but' sounds." Bright expressed while doubting Win's intentions once again.

"Hey, it's simple. If you cannot answer, you have to give in to a dare. And I promise, I will not ask you to do something that you'll not like." Win explained fast, fearing if he will not, Bright might not play with him anymore.

Bright fell silent for a few seconds. Then with at least half an inch of a smile, he responded, "Fine. You win!"

"Yes!" Win's reaction made Bright's smile become at least another inch wider.

"You draw first. I'll answer." Win handed Bright the pack of cards. Bright took one card and read it.

"What did you eat for breakfast?" Bright asked Win.

Win rolled his eyes because he finds it so easy. He's thinking why the first question was about something so trivial. He was expecting to get interesting questions. He's been dying to talk to Bright for the past three days, and every time he attempts to, he feels as if he's disturbing Bright with his work. To say though that he's happy is an understatement. They've been spending quite some time together because of this project, and he gets too thrilled every day that he even asks Bright to allow him to have breakfast in his unit.

The first time he got into his unit, Win thought that Bright's a simple man. Not much of any decorations. He's very monochromatic, too. From the sheets to the curtains to the tile work, it's all playing along the different shades of black. He has a few wall paintings of different piano keys, one with the traditional rectangular shape, and some in even more unique-looking ones. His bed is spacious, covered cleanly in plain black sheets in harmony with his ebony-colored pillowcases.

"Hey!"

It was Bright's voice that brought Win back to their game. "Well, we ate together. So, you know that I just had a sandwich."

That wasn't a lie though. Win doesn't know how to cook so he rarely gets a decent meal, and by decent he means not one that he just bought out of a convenience store nearby.

Bright affirmed Win's answer with his "hmm.."

"Okay. My turn to pick." Win announced. He picked a card, read it, and sighed afterwards. "Not exciting. Can we skip this?" Win pouted at Bright. He's beginning to doubt how exciting this game is gonna get.

Bright laughed after saying, "Hey, don't cheat. Ask it."

"Okay." Win rolled his eyes, and said, "If you were famous, what would you be famous for?"