Aurora Borealis

Chapter 64 - Innamorata

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"How do I look?"

He turned around so I assess what he's wearing. Like any other guys, Baldo really doesn't have fashion sense. His closet full of hoodies speak for the evidence.

Gladly, I picked some attire on the way for him to try. He's really hopeless.

"That looks cool, but you need to iron it again. Puro gusot." I flung my finger away to shoo him.

"What? Kakaplantsa ko pa lang nito. Hindi naman na mahahalata 'yan."

Tumayo ako at tinulak siya papabalik sa kuwarto niya. "Plantsahin mo ulit 'yan. Ano na lang iisipin ng mga makikita? Kulang ka sa aruga at sariling damit mo na lang hindi mo pa maayos yung plantsa?"

He slammed the door in irritation as I went back downstairs to continue reading a magazine. I'm supposed to have a game today but I chose to not go today since this day coincided with the day where the National League started draft picking from different universities. I'm chosen as one of the promising players but I wonder if there's any good team that deserves me.

My schedule's starting to be more hectic than ever. Not to mention that hopeless Baldo needs to prepare for an upcoming competition.

Seeing him participate at times like these, is it possible that he has forgiven Robin about what happened?

I roamed my eyes around the house. Since this is an artist's home, it's not strange walking in on it and seeing some paint tubes lying around. There are times when the tiled floor's a mess with the dripping paint from the tables.

He's been working on a lot of commissions ever since he and Tita moved out from the province. Eventually, he managed to have some savings for him to be able to provide a house in the span of three years.

"How about this?" his frowning face greeted me with the jumper looking more decent now.

"Looking good. Although it smells burnt." I closed the magazine and squirmed my lips while thinking what could be lacking in his appearance.

"Tinodo ko na yung pihit sa plantsa para wala ka nang masabi." masama ang loob na saad nito.

"Smelling like paint is one thing. But smelling like you just came out from an oven toaster? You guys got to at least be conscious of your appearance even for a bit." I crossed my arms and slightly shook my head.

He searched for something in the pocket of his jumper and flashed a black box of perfume. He sprayed some of it in some portions of the jumper, completely concealing the burnt scent.

"I hate the scent of men's perfume, but I guess you smell better now." I said, pinching my nose so that the scent won't go through it and make me feel dizzy.

I approached him and peeked through his sides.

"W-What on earth are you doing?" he flinched when I tugged the sleeve of his blue green long-sleeved top. I also checked on his white jumper.

"All checked. The perfume doesn't look like it will leave yellow stains." I tapped his shoulder two times.

A smug appeared on his face. "Of course. Tohru's brand never disappoints."

"You should've learned at least a thing or two about dressing up from that guy."

"I'm hygienic. That's what matters."