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VIBING WITH A MENTAL ILLNESS ;
You took your time to get off the plane. You weren't in any rush from Mr. Martin seeing as he was packing up about as fast as you. You didn't realize but Reki and Langa were standing right behind your seat, waiting patiently.
"Do you need any help?" you asked the old man and he dismissed your help with a shake of his head.
"No, no. You have more important places to be." He replied and you smiled. You took the bag that he was struggling to pick up and stretched out your hand.
In a matter of seconds, the bag he seemed to have a difficulty picking up was sitting in his arms. You gaped at his movements and stood in awe. "Go." He urged and you nodded hesitantly.
"Have a good trip."
"You too!"
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Both of them were much too scared to ask you the question they were both thinking.
Why did you really leave?
Sure, they knew they were annoying. They could get on your nerves and you could get on theirs. But you were best friends.
Before either of them realized it, they had made it from the airport to the hotel. It happened in the blink of an eye for them but you had to drag them out of the Airport Giftshop.
"Well, I doubt you guys are off of your sugar high yet so..." Your voice trailed off as you clicked the bedroom door closed from the outside. Your footsteps echoed down the hallway. "Wanna go somewhere?"
They looked at each other, a cheeky grin appearing on Reki's face and a small smile appearing on Langa's. They sprinted to the elevator in unison. "Where are we going?"
You opened your wallet, holding up a few $5 Canadian bills. "Tim fucking Hortons."
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The farther you drove the more anxious Langa became. He was all jittery and excited it almost scared you. But, he was in his home province and going to a place that he grew up with.
"So!" Reki exclaimed. "What's Tim Hortons like?"
"Well," Langa was the first to answer, not even letting you try to speak. You silently laughed and let Langa explain. "You know how convenience stores are everywhere in Japan?" He asked and Reki nodded. "Well, Tim Hortons is the convenience store of Canada!"
Reki's mouth hung agape. "So you don't have convenience stores?!"
"No, we do. But they're not as common."
"Speaking of." You interrupted and their heads snapped up eagerly to see the red and black building.
"Open 24 hours?" Reki read the English sign. You nodded and got out of the car. They followed quickly and walked in.
"Whoa..."
"What do you guys want from the menu?" you asked and Reki just continued staring at the large menu. "Langa?"
"Honey crueller and a french vanilla coffee." He asked giddily. You blinked in confusion and tilted your head to him. "Hm?"
"You just described the same order I would get every day at like midnight." You laughed lightly while still trying to process his order. "Uh, yeah...Oh! Reki, what do you want to eat?"
Still no response. You sighed and walked over to the cash register. "3 Honey crullers with 3 French Vanillas." You asked in English. It had gotten a bit rusty because you never used it, but you still had 17 years of experience.
After a few minutes of waiting (this is starting to sound like a timmies ad smh) you went over to the counter and brought the food and drinks to the table. While you waited you saw Langa dragging Reki away from the counter.
"Thanks, y/n," Langa spoke and you nodded while sipping the coffee.
"OHMYGOD THIS IS SO GOOD!" Reki exclaimed. He quickly downed the entire cup of coffee (that was mostly sugar) and sighed. It took him a second to register what happened and before you knew it, he was running to the bathroom screaming for water.
"Hey, y/n?" Langa asked as if though he was unfazed by the numerous looks from other customers. "There's a place I want to visit tonight if you don't mind."
"Yeah, 'course not. It's not like I had plans." You said semi-sarcastically but Langa didn't pick up on it. "Where?"
